You know what they say, what happens in Vegas always ends up on someone’s blog.
As it turns out, starting my thirties in Sin City was the smartest thing I could do. I learned all sorts of things:
-When you wear something such as a “Miss Birthday Girl” sash around your head, you’ll get a lot of attention (albeit from really creepy guys).
As it turns out, starting my thirties in Sin City was the smartest thing I could do. I learned all sorts of things:
-When you wear something such as a “Miss Birthday Girl” sash around your head, you’ll get a lot of attention (albeit from really creepy guys).
-People from Wisconsin are “from the 80’s” as Frank says.
-While the people around you at the Blackjack table may seem cool as they drop 100’s and talk about coming to Vegas once or twice a month and are on a first-name basis with the pit boss, they are not. They are dirty and smelly and a little bit sad.
-I don't look like Mischa Barton, even if we do have the same birthday.
-If the dealer has six or lower you should hit and if he has seven or higher you should stay. Or was it the opposite? Damn those free drinks!
-No matter how much you try to control yourself at a buffet, you will need stretchy pants afterwards.
-No matter how much you try to control yourself at a buffet, you will need stretchy pants afterwards.
-Even 30-year-olds fall asleep during comedy shows.
-I will never understand craps, no matter how wise I get.
-Always try to schedule your trip around a cool convention, like porn or technology, not concrete. Although it does open it up for some high-five worthy puns from those of us in our thirties: “I bet that’s a HARD job” –John Loyd; “You must really POUR yourself into your work”-Writinggal
So my birthday is officially over and all I’ve got to show for it are some new wrinkles dark under-eye circles and a fading 30. Maybe I’ll keep wearing that sash around my head. Nothing like a little attention from creepy guys to make you feel younger.
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