Please excuse me while I clean, eat a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and then pack for a weekend in Vegas.
Before anyone shits: NO. I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED. My dad is turning 54 and he needs to complete the midlife crisis trifecta (having already bought a new sports car and pondered retiring to live in Italy) by...celebrating in Vegas. Paris Hilton style.
Unfortunately, I don't have anything even close to inappropriate enough to wear, so I guess I'll have to *sigh* wear my Nicole Miller dress to the Cirque du Soleil show instead of the ripped fishnets/capelet ensemble I was envisioning. Should be magical, y'all. That's all I'm sayin'.
1 comment:
don't tell anybody, but i love cirque de soleil.
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