Monday, February 20, 2012

What Vegas Taught Me in 3 Days

If you aren’t getting laid at 6AM then you’re probably crying about not getting laid.


If you’re winning that doesn’t mean take more risks.


If the guy you’re hoping to sleep with loses 3 grand at Blackjack and then invites you to his hotel room, say no. He may pass out mid hook up, accuse you of stealing his money and then kick you out.


You can always sleep later.


Don’t plan everything. Somethings are meant to be wung.


Flirt, flirt and flirt even more.


Remember that showing cleavage isn’t a crime.


Drink Bloody Marys as early as possible on a Saturday. Always with an extra spicy kick.


Drink White Russians while at the tables.


Take more than 1 shot of tequila.


Let Vegas drama, stay in Vegas.


Red stilettos, red lipsticks plus a low hung red dress is pretty damn empowering.


Dance, even if you're sweating your makeup off and haven't looked at the time in hours, just keep dancing.


Save a horse, ride a cowboy. And if you don't end up getting laid, then ride a horse. The desert, at sunset, on a horse is breath-taking.

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