"I don't think I've ever met a Woo Hoo Accountant"

I wish I was back in Vegas where all I had to worry about was where my next drink was, if I felt like going to the pool, where to gamble next or how late to sleep in.  Oh the life.

Anyways, here's me.  Cheer's to me on my Birthday.  Mmmm Goosetini. And probably be lots of pics of me... cause on your birthday it's all about you (despite what some think)




So in case you live under a rock, and aren't a big follower of my on facebook, twitter or (gasp) real life, my birthday was last Saturday (the 10th). So the only way to celebrate a non-monumental birthday (24) is to go to Vegas, not that you really ever need a reason to visit Sin City.

Anyways, the weekend was spent with old friends from High School (which I don't see that often, nor have our schedules crossed and allowed us to spend more than a few hours together every now and again since high school.  So, Friday morning-ish, we loaded up the car and picked up what felt like a carpool (since we picked up each person from a different place) and headed out [north]east. We arrived into Vegas around dinner time, and it was only about 110 degrees, no big deal.  Actually I grew to enjoy the heat... it was dry and not humid so you weren't all sweaty (not to mention it took out the guess work of bringing a sweater or not).  So after a complimentary upgrade to a mini-suite (thanks to my boobs, charms, birthday and asking nicely), I recevied a nice little surprise at the door.  Julie and Breanna ordered me chocolate covered strawberries and wine... It made me feel pretty bad ass, and played into the whole living the suite-life (get it ;-)).  Haha.  So dolled-up we got and headed to dinner.  We decided on Delmonico; Emeril's restaurant at the Venetian.  I was quite tasty and we had a really nice time together.    Post-dinner we proceeded to get ourselves into TAO... getting placed into the line that got us right in, fooling the cover lady with free passes for the following night, and oh yeah the birthday card.  We we danced and drank away.  I had a lot of fun, I mean who doesn't love strangers all up in your business.  But after a while, the group wasn't feeling it so we probably resorted to gambling.  Definitely didn't win anything all  weekend... but I guess Vegas wasn't built by winners, so I was just doing my part and making deposits.  Oh yes, and that's where the Woo Hoo Accountant came in.  Some English rando was at the blackjack tables, and I was celebrating his winnings for him (heaven forbid anyone be happy when they win some money)... so "Woo Hoo-ing" I was.  So he then asked if I was a Woo Hoo Girl, to which I replied, why yes, woo hoo.  Later he asked what I did for a living (because obviously not a professional gambler), and I told him I was an accountant.  To which he replied, I dont think I've ever met a woo hoo accountant.  Well I guess we all aren't miserable souls who work for the IRS... or I'm not really set out to be an accountant.

Saturday was spent mostly drinking Margaritas (see 100 ounce Margarita) and lying poolside.  

Saturday night, we turned into the little black dress club.  Birthday dinner No. 2, followed by gambling.  We were going to go to XS, but after thirty minutes and becoming quite sober, I decided gambling was more my style.  Nikki and I hit the $1 blackjack tables (yes, only $1) at Sahara.  As the pit boss said "you aren't here to win, you're here to drink".... which is my style.  Well, no I love to win... but I was all about drinking.  However when you ask the cocktail waitress for Grey Goose, and she says they only have "bar vodka", I should have been worried.  But I guess after being annoyed for most of the day and wanting to catch a buzz (for goodness sakes) I obliged to her only option.  Although decided Newcastle would be a safer bet if I wanted to avoid a headache in the morning.  So I gambled for three and a half hours on $20.  Woo hoo.  Nikki and I had a great time celebrating our minuscule wins and enjoying the company of our table.  I may or may not have been the table's welcoming committee.  

So that's pretty much it, or pretty much what I remember.  Slept most of the way home, only to continue the party at Samantha's 2nd Birthday, followed by an outing at the 55-yard line.