Baby's First Night in Vegas!

At the ripe age of 22, I finally took my birthright trip to Las Vegas - a rite of passage for young people everywhere. Conveniently, I only live a few hours drive away and had my entire trip planned for me by someone else so all I had to do was pay $160 and pack my bags. We hopped in the car and headed from LA to LV and 4 hours of a lot of desert later, we arrived on the strip, not nearly as ready to party as we were to nap. HOWEVER, it was time to party so we suited up in our Monday best and hit the strip. 

We started the evening at PBR where the bow came off and I began to dance in cages. "When in Vegas," they say... "Tits out for Alfa Lloyd," as Jordan would say. The women of Delta Zeta were ready to fuckin go. After some drinks and a plate of potato skins, we were on the way to get our groove on. 

We were greeted by the shiny, fancy, expensive looking lobby of The Cosmopolitan. I already knew I was interested. This was what really sealed the deal for me after Steph described Vegas as "Disneyland for adults." Wasn't sure that Vegas was going to be for me but, let me frickin tell you, VIP treatment in any situation is DEFINITELY for me. Shoutout to JusCollege - you rock my world for this hook up. 

All 38 sorority girls walked into Marquee in style to be greeted by several women dancing for us in lingerie, ready to pour us drinks and be slaves to us for all hours of the night. As I am allergic to fun, however, I was pretty stoked about the unlimited juice that was provided by these sexy women. Jordan, not being allergic to fun, ran into the club declaring that she was ready to fight someone if we did not have more than 3 bottles. Jordan, later, (although we had unlimited bottles) found joy in pretending she was parts of other parties and drinking their alcohol. This is why she is bae. 

Amidst the dance floor, we were surrounded by some kind of old people corporate party. It was like fucking Brian's birthday or something so they all decided to rage. Raging the hardest of them all was an 80 year old Asian woman in a turtle neck. She was getting down with her bad, old self on the dance floor. It was incredible. What was even more incredible was when Jordan spotted her, she went up and danced with her!  I tried to capture the moment but grandma caught on and covered herself. Sad moment. 

The night was a lot of fun with a lot of friends. I got my dance on and enjoyed the confinement of our private table where creepy men could barely even look at me. That is something that I'm interested in - avoiding human interaction. After Jordan began to get violent with her light up stick and beating some random woman to get the fuck out of our private table, we decided it was best to leave. Also because we were hungry. (Mostly because we were hungry). On our walk back to the hotel we were greeted by a lot of interesting people. One guy approached us and said "hey, you ladies like to party?" I bluntly responded, "no. we hate parties." Jordan, even more bluntly, responded, "NO. WE ARE MORMONS. WE'RE HERE WITH OUR CHURCH. HOW DARE YOU?!" It was a truly magical moment.

We got back to the Paris Hotel and decided to gamble all of our money away on the slots because Jordan, REGARDLESS OF THE FACT THAT SHE GREW UP IN LAS VEGAS, had never gambled before. Which, as an excessive gambler, I found extremely offensive. I came out with a good ol' 7 cents and decided to call it a night. We grabbed some snacks and headed to the room. The room in which Jordan and I were sharing a bed. A bed in which she told me earlier in the night that "if she rolled over and found a bowl of pasta under her pillow, she was gunna be pissed." A BED IN WHICH SHE PROCEEDED TO MAKE IT CONFETTI COOL RANCH DORITOS IN! Ahh, life is an amazing thing, my friends. And Vegas is an amazing place. Night one was a success. 

Delta Sigma Phi Gets Chartered!

My boyfriend, a dashingly handsome member of the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity, recently had the honor of getting his chapter chartered on our campus. Apparently, according to him, this is all sorts of a big deal so there was a huge function on the Queen Mary. Such a big deal that I had to miss my own formal (on a smaller, more pathetic yacht #peasants) to attend it. As a bitter little brat of a girlfriend, I promised myself for months that I would not buy a new dress. But, as the spoiled princess I am, the day before formal I ran out to get a new dress. I found out (the day before because boys will be boys) that this was a black tie affair and, being a 21 year old who is not dating a rich, famous sugar daddy, I have really no idea what that entails. I was told, though, not to wear "a tight hoochie dress." Because I guess I own a lot of those because I'm a dirty harlot. K, ANYWAY. I thought maybe I needed to wear a black dress so I went to H&M to buy one. I didn't buy new shoes though! So I guess that's a positive!

Upon arriving at the Queen Mary, I decided that this function was definitely way too adult. I do not adult well. As my boyfriend and his fraternity brothers that I am friends with all abandoned me to do some weird ritual things that I'm not allowed to take part in, I had to mingle with some ladies. Want to know what I don't like? Mingling. Talking to strangers. Pretending to be social when I am the most starving, which I was. I was promised steak so I did not eat beforehand but LET ME TELL YOU, I should have eaten beforehand. But eventually we were allowed in to the ballroom where we were subjected to terribly boring speeches by old men about their beach house and parties back in the day. What a time to be alive.

Anyway, after the old people were good and done, they were kicked out so that the real party could start. As we all filed back into hotel rooms on the Queen Mary to get wasted, the old people made their way out so that the dancing could begin. However, it seems that everyone had the same idea as us because when we finally went back to the ballroom, there was a solid 4 people in there. Alas, drunk Cole decided to take it to the dance floor and bust a move. Classic. As he shook his booty to songs that I'm positive that he's never heard before, I stepped aside and took videos to later show to his roommates so that we could collectively make fun of him. Cole's dance moves are the equivalent to a dad at a barbecue. It is adorable. 

It was a great night of lookin good and being with the best guy in the venue as always. I frickin love that little nerd. Congrats on being a dad - a founding father of my favorite fraternity. 

OOTD: Ugly Christmas Sweater Party Dress

One of the best part about the holidays is being invited to ugly Christmas sweater parties.  A few years ago, Urban Outfitters was selling "sexy" ugly Christmas sweater dresses - the one that they were showing online had these two horrible looking kittens on it so I obviously needed it. I paid way more money than I should have and, when it showed up, it did not even have kittens on it.  It was this dress. Clearly, I did not read the fine print that said each dress was unique because they were created from thrift shop ugly sweaters. Regardless of the fact that it is not as ugly as it could be, I have grown to love it. Fully equip with shoulder pads, embroidery, and dangling buttons, it is always a crowd pleaser at ugly sweater parties. With the sheer back and a pair of heels, it is so much better than just wearing a Christmas sweater and a skirt. Keeps the party in "Ugly Christmas Sweater Party."

OOTD: A Disappointing Birthday Party

This year, on the 24th of November, I turned 22. As an obvious rite of passage, I listened to nothing but "22" by Taylor Swift every time I was driving in my car.  Even though every time I hear the first line of the song I think she's going to say "it feels like a perfect night to dress up like Hitler," I knew it was the perfect night to dress up - my friend had a party planned! We referred to it as a "surprise party" so that I would not have to be involved (which is considered a loving gesture to the generally apathetic) but we planned all the details in advance so that everything would go perfectly.  She got me some pink and green wine to drink out of the classiest of red solo cups and 50 chicken mcnuggets from McDonalds. Fifty. It was an incredible gesture. The special fancy adult party room was rented, handmade decorations were crafted, friends arrived, and we played Cards Against Humanity all night, my one request. I've been trying to have a god damn game night for a good 4 years now and I finally used and abused my birthday to make it happen. And, let me tell you, it was a frickin great time. I'm not a crazy rager; I don't like to be at parties surrounded by hundreds of belligerent strangers who keep "accidentally" touching my butt. (How many times do I have to reiterate - when I feel a squeeze,  I know it isn't an accident!) So this was the perfect event - I got to dress up and have a laugh with my closest friends. It was far from a disappointing birthday party, but I won using that card. I won the whole frickin game! Happy Birthday to me, losers!!