The Funny Times.

There's something magical about Las Vegas. I remember my first trip to Las Vegas was an unsettling mix of appreciation for all the structures and confusion... I didn't understand what all the big deal was. I wasn't 21.

Then, in my mid-twenties, I returned to Vegas and it was a totally different place. The lights looked brighter, the people happier, the sounds of the cling-cling-cling at the casinos louder. I tried my luck at the roulette and hit a double zero, Martinis at the Bellagio were sweet and tangy, the DJ at Body English played all my favorite songs and missing our friends' wedding because we were drunk/high/partied-out wasn't a tragedy, it was hilarious.

Vegas is Sin City, there's no inhibitions, there aren't any rules, lap dances are shared, welcomed, distributed equally; the giant Eifel Tower margarita is passed around in your circle of friends while in motion from casino to casino, sky is the limit - Or the disappearance of your 'Vegas-funds'.

Last night, I watched The Hangover... It reminds me of all the good weekends I've spent in Vegas... All the craze, all the laughter, all the pain of leaving and how welcome and peaceful home feels afterward.

♦ The Hangover: Over-the-top hilarious. Watch it.

*Currently listening to You Shook Me All Night Long, ACDC (best stripper song EVER)*