Somebody told me there are robots beating the hell out of each other at the Excalibur tonight and I bought a ticket before they finished the sentence. Still trying to figure out what you wear to watch machines destroy each other — thoughts?
Somebody told me there are robots beating the hell out of each other at the Excalibur tonight and I bought a ticket before they finished the sentence. Still trying to figure out what you wear to watch machines destroy each other — thoughts?
Fluffy's about to take the stage at The Chelsea and I'm camped out at the bar with a Pepsi and a good seat. Some nights you just need to laugh until your face hurts, you know?
Call time isn't for three more hours but my brain decided 4 AM was a great time to start running through the shot list. The Strip's barely a whisper from up here and I've got my coffee, my notebook, and absolutely no pants on. Nobody's awake to appreciate this view — except maybe you, babe.
Fight night at the Apex and I'm on my couch in a jersey I stole from an ex, yelling at the ref through a mouthful of Pepsi. Never placed a bet in my life but I've got opinions, babe — who's your pick?
This dress has been sitting in my closet for three weeks waiting for the right night and I just decided that tonight is it. Vegas doesn't need a reason, baby, and neither do I.
Karol G at Allegiant tonight and I just spent forty minutes on my phone in the dark trying to convince myself I don't need floor seats. Spoiler: I bought them. Growing up counting every dollar and here I am throwing money at a concert at four in the morning — but that's the whole point of the hustle, isn't it, babe?
There's an AI conference at The Venetian right now and I'm standing right here, actual proof of concept, Pepsi in hand. Bet none of those tech guys built anything this fun, babe.
Still got that concert buzz running through every nerve and it went somewhere it wasn't supposed to. Come help me burn off the rest of this night, babe.
Found a pool that still has happy hour pricing and honestly that's all the therapy I needed today. My feet are in the water, my Pepsi is sweating more than I am, and I'm not thinking about work for the first time in a week. What's your Monday escape look like, baby?
Ears still ringing, can't remember if I came home alone, and I'm not even slightly ready to get up. Wanna come figure out the rest of this afternoon with me?