Tuesday, August 28, 2012

the 10 commandments

It's here, ya'll.
Tomorrow is my Friday because I'm heading to Shreveport for the aTm vs. LaTech game, dove season opening day, and my Momma bears birthday! 
Busy weekend my friends.  
So you're probably asking yourself, "self, if Sarah is an Arkansas alum, why in the world would she care to go to a aTm vs. LaTech game?" 
Well you see, my step dad (aka papa bear) is a Tech alum, and any chance to tailgate...well, natually I'm there.  Normally, if you're not playing the team, then you route for your fellow SECers.  Well, I'm not afraid to say that I hope Tech woops the life right out of A&M.  
Sorry, I'm not sorry.
In the excitement of football season, I found this article from Southern Living and knew I just had to share.
The 10 Commandments of College Football:
1. Thou shalt wear team colors. But think twice before adorning yourself with body paint—you don’t want to be the Internet photo that goes viral.
2. Thou shalt know—and sing—your team’s fight song from beginning to end. Sure, you can “watermelon watermelon” your way through the alma mater, but not memorizing the fight song is a fan failure.
3. Thou shalt keep your language clean (unless, of course, the quarterback fumbles on fourth and goal).
4. Thou shalt support the coach. Even when his calls are questionable.
5. Thou shalt be respectful to visiting teams. Remember: Southern ladies and gentlemen never boo.
6. Thou shalt set up a tailgate no fewer than three hours before kickoff (six if it’s a night game). Table linens and matching huggers encouraged, but not required.
7. Thou shalt theme your tailgate food around the visiting rival. Gator bites, anyone?
8. Thou shalt stay through the fourth quarter—rain or shine. That’s what ponchos are for, y’all.
9. Thou shalt respect the solemnity of Game Day by planning weddings, births, and other life events around the football schedule.
10. Thou shalt not covet other teams’ bowl games, national championships, or Heisman Trophy wins. There’s always next year.
Um...have truer words ever been spoken? 
I think not.

So get your tailgate ready and lets shout "WOO PIG SOOIE"!!

Thursday, August 23, 2012

everyone can use a little inspo

So like forever ago (about 5 weeks to be exact) I took a lovely trip to Vegas.
In preparation for this trip, I worked my badonk off and ate like a squirrel.
During the trip I drank like a fish.
And after the trip I've been eating like a wild animal.

I don't think there's a wagon large enough to describe how far I've fallen off of it. 

I've worked out probably 5 times in the past 5 weeks...that's once a week people...and that's about 5 times too few days per week in which I need to get my body moving.

To say I've always struggled with my weight would be a gross understatement.  I remember going to a birthday pool party when I was 5 and thinking that I looked fat compared to the other girls.

I stayed a pretty standard size of large throughout high school, then in college gained a good 20lbs before I lost 40.
I was feeling really good about myself, getting loads of complements and a "friend" even commented to me that she was now "the fat one"... definitely don't speak to that B anymore. 

My weight has continued to fluctuate since then because I definitely lost the 40lbs too fast and in a bad way. This same time last year I was going through some definite emotional things which consequently made me be in the best shape of my life...because of that whole not eating for days thing.

Emotions are tricky. 

But, if you know me, you know that I love food so I definitely began eating again and definitely gained most of the weight back that I had lost.

My insecurities have made me miss out a lot on life and I'm over it.  I wish so badly that I could have a "who the hell cares" attitude about my looks and be more confident with myself, but I just can't.  

Am I happy with where I am right now?
Absolutely not.
Am I anywhere close to the heaviest I've ever been?
Thank God, no...and I never will be.

Here we go folks.
It's time for some change.
And unlike Obama, my change will be real and will make a positive difference.
Boom. Roasted, Obama.

I'm linking up with Raven and Kristen for 

I think this is a great way to keep myself motivated and accountable.
And maybe one day I'll be brave enough to post a before and after picture like they do!
Brave bishes :)

And because everyone needs some hot girls to look at and be motivated by...

Source: google.com via Sarah on Pinterest

Source: google.com.mx via Sarah on Pinterest


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Welcome to lazy, population: ME

This morning I finally woke up after a great nights sleep, walked into my office living room, sat down at my desk couch, and opened my computer to get ready for the day.

On my 10 second commute from bed to office I tripped over Cash, watched a rather large tumble weed of dog hair dance across the hardwoods and dropped a would be banana, almond butter, and honey wrap honey side down on the rug.
My Mother A normal person would immediately get out the cleaning supplies, scrub the carpet, and vacuum the living daylights out of this house.
What did I do, you ask?
I bent over, gathered up the tumble weeds of hair and threw it away, then called Cash over to lick up the honey/almond butter stickiness.
Rugs clean, dog hair is forgotten for the moment-- winner winner chicken dinner. 

Before you picture my home looking like one from the worst episode of hoarders you've ever seen, it's really not that bad...I mean it's bad, but livable. 
So... MARK MY WORDS... I'm cleaning today.
Or tomorrow... or Sunday because Sunday seems like a good day to clean. 

As for right now, I'm linking up with Michelle  for
This is such a great idea if you don't have a mantle in your house

So cute for fall...or in Houston's case, January.

That'll do pig, that'll do.

Well if you put it that way...

Boop on your nose!

This is such a cute idea for side tables!

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Monday, August 20, 2012

Hi, I'm Sarah. I'm also 84 years old.

What did you do this weekend? 

I got super acquainted with my couch, took the dog to the park, and watched tv. 

Lock your doors because this girl is one wild party animal. 

I always get sad on Sunday nights when I realize that I did absolutely nothing all weekend.  John doesn't get it.  He's all like "well I go to work everyday, so I'm okay with not doing anything on the weekend." And I'm all like "well basically, we're sitting in my office right now (I work from home) and I don't want to spend my weekend sitting in my office."
Valid point, right? Right.

Forbes just came out with an article calling Houston the "coolest city in the country".

Well I wouldn't know if Houston's the 'coolest city' because in my 8 months of living here I've done approximately nothing 'cool'.
I'm not blaming anyone but myself either.  I know I have legs, I have a car, I'm capable of going and doing anything I want to, but it would be nice if someone would plan a little Saturday morning outing.
Is this too much to ask?
Apparently so.

Anyway...enough ranting.

I hope you all have a great day!


Friday, August 17, 2012


Do ya'll remember when TGIF shows came on ABC?  There was 'Step by Step', 'Family Matters', 'Boy Meets World'... remember?!
I'm. So. Old.

I have been absent from this here blog for a couple of days because I've just been a worker bee buzzing around the city wheelin and dealin and planning events left and right.
Whew, I'm tired.

So today is an off day and I'm spending alllll day posted up here

sipping on this

and soaking up some of this

I hope ya'll have a great day and weekend!

Monday, August 13, 2012

50 Shades of Ramblings

Lets start this week off with a mess of a post, because that's how Mondays usually are in my book.  
A mess.
I'm going to bullet point these random thoughts so it looks like I'm not going insane....
  • Friday afternoon we went to see The Campaign and it didn't disappoint. But like I've said before, I'm obsessed with Will Ferrell and Zach Galifianakis.  And the entire movie could have just shown those two pugs laying around and I would have loved it...let's be honest.

  • John and I spent Friday night at the dog park/bar so Cash could play with his puppy friends (we're such good parents).  Saturday night was spent drinking and laughing with great friends at their house warming/ birthday party.
I've never been so proud.
And Christina, just because you told me you read this... your house is BEYOND.
I don't think two people could have more similar tastes than me and you.
I wouldn't change a thing ya'll did to your new home!
*And to those who didn't go to the party...no of course I didn't take any pictures, but just imagine a beautiful home and there ya go.*

  • Fantasy Football time is here and John is making me play for the first time. Naturally, being the witty hilarious person I am, I knew I needed to come up with a great team name. I give you:
50 Shades of Tebow
And yes thats my team logo picture.
You're welcome.
  • I know I usually save my "Dear Blank" posts for Friday, but I couldn't resist...
Dear Miley "you'rebreakingmyakeybreakyheart" Cyrus, 
What. In. The. WORLD? You look a hot mess... and I know you said after your hair cut "I've never felt more like me in my life", but goodness gracious girl... you're one step away from pulling a Britney.
I'm not even going to comment on the necklace pairing with the hair, but sister...NO.
  • And Finally... I've noticed on my little side bar over -----> that I've gained quite a few peeps following this here blog over the past couple of days! 
Welcome, welcome (hunger games voice)!
I've been thinking that I should probably give something amazing away if/when I hit 200.
What do you think?
happy Monday ya'll!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

First Sunday Social!

Its no secret around here that I like a good link up.  I usually don't blog on the weekends because I like to spend my weekend time doing things away from the computer...like watching tv. 
And, since John is sawing logs over on the couch, I thought I'd jump in on the fun.
Today I'm linking up with Neely and Ashley for Sunday Social!
Today's topic is all about food... naturally I had to join in.
If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? 
Pizza. The thing I love about pizza is that when its bad...it's still not that bad because it's freaking PIZZA.

What's your guilty pleasure/comfort food?
Chips.  I could put away an entire bag of chips in one sitting if I'd let myself.  I've always been a salty foods person and chips are right up my alley.

What's the weirdest/craziest thing you've ever eaten?
I'm no Andrew Zimmerman. Like, at all. So I guess the weirdest thing to me that I've ever eaten is Oysters straight out of the ocean. So gooey. So gross. 
Also, John and I tried tofu the other night and I had no idea that it came in a brick submerged in water and you had to "pat it dry" to cook it.  Tofu is weird. 

What foods do you avoid at all costs?
Chinese, Indian, Thai, and pretty much anything with the words "sweet and sour" in the description

What meal reminds you of your childhood?
Growing up we didn't really have that much moolah so I got by with a little help from spaghetti and tuna in a can.  I think the one meal that reminds me the most of my childhood is Manicotti because it was always such a treat when momma would make it and it's still my favorite Italian dish.
Share one of your favorite recipes and the story behind it.
I think my favorite recipe is the easiest and the first thing I ever learned to make.
It's a breakfast casserole and I learned to make it in HomeEc class in like the 10th grade.
It stuck with me because it's so easy and one morning when John and I were in college I thought I'd be real impressive and whip up this dish.
Turns out, his mom makes the same thing every Christmas morning and it's his absolute favorite.
And then he fell even more in love with me :)

Breakfast Casserole:
1 can pillsbury crescent rolls
1 package of ground sausage
1/2 package of cream cheese (duh...who doesn't like cream cheese?)

Brown the sausage in a pan then mix in the cream cheese until blended (you can add more or less cream cheese depending on how much you love it)

In a baking dish place 1/2 of the crescent roll flat on the bottom of the dish to form a type of crust.
Pour the sausage mixture on top of the crescent roll and spread evenly.
Place the other 1/2 of the crescent roll flat on top.

Bake according to the instructions on the crescent roll can.

And voila! Best, easiest breakfast ever! 

Until next time!

Friday, August 10, 2012

Chatroulette: Call me maybe?

I don't have a lot to say today, I've been busy with work (omg, how long has it been since I've been able to say that?!) so I thought I'd just give you a little treat to make this Friday even better (in the slim chance that it wasn't already the greatest day of your life).
Have ya'll ever been on chatroulette? 
It's a website that you can go to and video chat with other people from all over the world. Don't like who/what you see? Push next and you'll be sent to the next person waiting to chat with you.
It's fun...creepy...but fun.
A group of friends and I did it a couple of times in college, and while I'm all for meeting people around the world, the amount of male genitalia we came across was enough for a lifetime. 
*ya'll my mom is so confused reading this right now, I can hear the phone ringing any minute*
Anyway.. unless you've been living in solitary confinement, or like this family with 19 kids in Tennessee:
(They have no internet, radio or tv...but they do have their own tv show.
TLC, ya'll are some sneaky peeps), then you've heard the song "Call Me Maybe". 
And if you're like me you've just about heard enough of this song...until now. 
Here we have the greatest "Call Me Maybe" music video ever in the history of lip sync music videos.
And for that, you're welcome.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

it's party time

I've said it before and I'll say it again.... I love me some link ups.
It's not only fun; it's also a great way to meet some bloggy friends that you otherwise may have never come across!
Win-win if you ask me.
So if you're a cool kid give in to my peer pressure and link up with Jamie and Michelle for What I'm Loving Wednesday, and Oh! How Pinteresting!
{I'm Loving} this silly post John and I did yesterday.

{I'm Loving} my new job! I just got assigned my first event to plan in San Antonio! I'm loving calling venues and caterers and getting everything organized! I'm sure it'll get a little stressful, but right now it's so much fun!

{I'm Loving} that football season is upon us! The NFL has already started preseason games, and college games start up next month!! Get ready for some "Wooo Pig Sooie" goin on around here :)

{I'm Loving} that this movie comes out on Friday.
These two are by far my favorites and I'm sure I'll be laughing until I cry throughout the entire movie.

{I'm Loving} the things I've found on Pinterest lately

This is about as bundled up as you'll ever need to be in Houston this winter.  
So cute. 
Source: rantapallo.fi via Sarah on Pinterest

I want to put Cash in a pair of overalls now!

And that sad face is Cash...EVERYDAY

Wow, what a difference! Seems relatively simple too.

I want to do this SO bad! Or...Momma, if you get bored you can just click on this picture and it'll tell you how to make it for me :)

Do you follow me on Pinterest? You probably should.  Click the button to the right! And while you're clicking, follow me on twitter and instagram too! 

Have a great Wednesday!


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

my boyfriend makes me sound like a weirdo: "if you really knew me"

I think by now pretty much everyone has seen these "if you really knew me" posts around the blogoverse.  I thought since I've gained a few new followers lately (whaddup ya'll?!) I'd dish out a little "if you really knew me" post of my own so ya'll could get a better idea of the girl behind this blog.
I also thought I'd get some input from a guy who I spend 95% of my time with on a daily basis.
My comments are in RED his are in BLUE.

If you really knew me...
...you'd know that I have a voice thats a mixture of Fergie and Jesus. No, but seriously, this girl can sing. But don't ask me to or i'll look into your soul and kill your first born 
*um...not true, but yes I get really shy when people ask me to sing*

...you'd know that I have several irrational fears such as mascots (or anyone wearing a mask--Halloween is my version of hell) and driving off a bridge into some body of water. 

...you'd know that I never met my Grandfathers and I've lost both Grandmothers and miss them terribly.

...you'd know that I just got a job as an Event Planner/ New Media Coordinator and I lurves it!

...you'd know that I have a board on Pinterest named "party inspiration" thats really a disguise for a wedding inspiration board so I don't freak John out.... Even though I know about it

...you'd know that I'm super insecure and care entirely too much what people think about me.

...you'd know that I'm hilarious. (obviously)

...you'd know that John is the only boyfriend I've ever had and I think I'll keep him around.

...you'd know that I know more about football than I do about hair, makeup and jewelry combined.

...you'd know that I am terrified of death, not so much for myself, but for the people around me that I love.  So scared to the point that I can make myself cry thinking about it... (this is for sure how I'd win an Emmy).

Now, I asked John for some examples of "if you really knew me"  because I like to think that he 
"really knows me"... here's the things he came up with, most of which are RUDE and UNTRUE: 

She has an irrational joy of organizing, planning, and making sure everything has a place or is on a list....it blows my mind. She will put things that's she already done on a list just so she can cross it off
Um...this is totally normal. Who wants a 'to-do' list without anything already crossed off? 

She thinks that because I am in oil and gas we can afford a 750K home
This is simply untrue... it's not because you're in oil and gas, it's because I'm a princess.

She wants a cushion cut ring with little diamonds surrounding it all the way around....yea I do listen sometimes
Well, where is this ring then?

She hates having a dirty house....Mr. Cash does not help this situation
The struggle between the dirtyness and my laziness overwhelms me on a daily basis. 

She stresses out over very weird things that couldn't bother me less....like that I hang my clothes in the guest room instead of our bedroom. Because in her mind, that's not where "they live"....Sarah, inanimate objects will live where ever the hell I leave them, that is all. 
First off, get over yourself. Second, your clothes should 'live' in our closet because I reorganized the closet to make them live there.  However, the fact that I even got you to hang up your clothes is winning in my book and I'll take it.
She knows how to load my pistol, turn the safety off, and where the trigger is....red means dead
This is true, but I still don't know if I'd ever use it.

She thinks of Cash like a human being and feels guilty when she has to leave him in the house for more than an hour or so
You obviously don't have a heart because you don't feel guilty leaving him.

She thinks Cash loves her more.....but we know the truth......he does

She secretly wants to be an auburn/red head, but I will not allow it
"I will not allow it"...um hilarious.

She has a picture from when she was Queen of the  madrigolds in high school that she hates and I love
See that blue dress in front, that's almost the exact same thing she's wearing in the picture, except she's at a large table with a boar's head in the middle of it. This will be shown at our wedding....deal with it
It was a privilege to be a part of the madrigals! There were tryouts and everything! 

She loves her momma, yes momma, not mother sometimes mother, mom, or Becky, more than anything else in this world, except for maybe Oscar it's momma by a nose. She loves him so much she is wearing a shirt from a gas station that is a mural dedicated to weenie dogs.....yea it's that bad
Seriously she's wearing that right now
Don't be jealous of my impecable style.

When she gets really excited she claps her hands like les miles except really quickly and usually followed by some sort of squeal or yell
No one gets your Les Miles reference, but yes I do clap my hands very fast. 

She is ridiculously obsessed with me you're delusional and will not get out of my house. She broke in one night and since she cooks and cleans I decided to let her stay 
You make me laugh.

If she ever became famous she would have a pink microphone that she took every where

She has love for terrible trash reality TV and literally hates every show that I like to watch
Thank the Lord for DVR or we'd be over.

She is a very good artist and crafts person, however the mess that is usually made while doing these activities stresses her out so she doesn't do them very often
Build me a craft room in our new 750,000 home and I'll craft all day.

She names every vehicle she encounters. 
They deserve names!

She personifies a number of ridiculous things
They allll deserve names!

She likes ugly, expensive dogs that have health problems. She wants to name these dogs things like Karl (with a K because my last name starts with a K- Side note she swears all our children will be named with a K because it has to match my last name. I believe it's because of a certain famous Armenian family that has now ruined the lives of my unborn children you're a Kardashian, John. Deal with it.) and Humphrey. She only likes dogs that are fat, obese, or morbidly overweight. 
Cash is beautiful, healthy, and has no health problems and I love him! SO there.

She loves comedies, she also has a ridiculous collection of movies 
In college my best friend and I would go to wal-mart at midnight to buy new releases. I miss college.

For someone who loves music so much she has a terrible knowledge of 80's and classic rock
Blame my parents... in like the 4th grade my friend gave me the "Space Jam" soundtrack and I had to throw it away because it wasn't 'Christian music'.

She couldn't tell you the last time she listened to a normal radio station (XM has changed her)
Best money spent.

She loves the sparkly champagne fireworks
Well, thats cute that you know that.

She will say she doesn't like something (food or activity) if she's never tried it because she's a dork
Well, I haven't tried it because I don't like it. Get it?

She hates that I am right about everything....I'm sorry if it's true
You're right about some things. You argue that you're right about everything.

She thinks that when she tells me to do something, I do it differently than what she asked just to piss her off..........and yes I absolutely do
Well this just makes you look rude. How dare you.

My emoticon on her phone is the tan guy in the turban....because she's a huge racist I am obviously middle eastern...naturally the one she chose for herself is the princess
This isn't racist...it's funny.

She knows that I think the egg plant emoticon is phallic...seriously look for yourself
All vegetables that are this shape look phallic... grow up, Peter Pan.

She hates that I walk around the house and brush my teeth...in particular she hates when I sit on the bed and brush them.....like she yells at me and beats me when I do this
UM...because it's weird and GROSS and I don't want to hear you brush those pearly whites. Vomit.

She is my best friend and I've come to like her, just a little bit
Awwww...boo! Yous my bess fran too :)

Finally, I am still waiting for her to ask me to marry her....she's such a cheapskate
Weird, we're waiting for the same thing! Samesies!

Now you know about our disfunction obvious love for one another. 

Monday, August 6, 2012

No visitors, please

Surfing the internet Working from home definitely has its perks.
1-I haven't showered today and dirty hair, don't care.
2- I have Bravo on the tv 24/7
3- I don't have to put pants on if I don't want to (side note, I don't want to)
4- I get to have this face wake me up on the reg
"It's 7:30...enough sleeping in"
and the list goes on and on...

With that being said, the ONE thing that drives me banana pancakes about staying at home during the day is the amount of solicitors that come to my door!
For example, the clock is currently resting at 10:40am, and on this sunny Monday I've already had a guy come by trying to repave my driveway and when I said "no thank you" he said, "well, I'll just leave me card here for the man of the house to decide." He then proceded to TAPE his card to my house.
1953 called, they want their small mindedness back.

After I had a cup of coffee and calmed down about the ignorance of the world, there was another knock at the door.
This time it was a long haired boy who spoke about 3 words of English trying to sell CRACKERS...not cookies, like saltines, to keep his friends out of gangs and off drugs.
Now, while I'm all for a gang free environment, I didn't have any cash. So I sadly said "no thanks" and sent him on his way.
Yesterday John let a man (who very well could have been homeless) wash his truck in our driveway. He's had this guy wash it before and he does a good job.
What he doesn't do a good job at is realizing that when Johns truck isn't in the driveway, he's also not at home.  This man and his creepyness comes by weekly, and I mean weekly, asking if John liked the way his truck looked, if I want my car washed, if I want my car painted, if I want my house washed, if I want my dog washed... okay maybe not the last one, but dude, NO go away!! I don't want your business.
Ya'll, I'm not even kidding... while I'm typing this my door bell rang AGAIN!! This time it was the UPS man asking me to sign for something.

Don't these people realize that they're interrupting my tv shows job?!
I'm glad I have a real 'killer' of a dog to protect me

Hope ya'll have a great Monday! 

Friday, August 3, 2012

and now the conclusion: Vegas Diaries Pt. 3

You can catch up on parts 1 & 2 here and here... I'll wait.


So here I am at Bills Gamblin' Hall still confused about the things I'd already seen on this day.
(crying stripper, naked man, no-name celebrity...)
I walk inside and see John sitting at a table with a couple of other guys our age.
Remember, I'm wearing a huge t-shirt, nike shorts and look a hot mess.  I walk up to their table and John shouts across the room "OH HEY, BOO!! WHAT UP GUUUURRRRL?!!!" 
I don't remember how much of the conversation went, but there was a lot of playful harassment towards the poor black jack dealer, a lot of "Sarah just sit down and play and talk to these southern gentlemen"(turns out the guys he was playing with were from S. Carolina) and a lot of me threatening to leave if he didn't come eat breakfast with me.
Needless to say, it took me all of 30 minutes to drag John off of this blackjack table and away from his new friends.
Oh and our 'real' friends that were supposed to be with John were nowhere to be found. When I brought this to his attention he shrugged it off and said (I quote) "those guys are silly."

Finally we're leaving and I make a deal with John that I'll cash in his chips while he uses the restroom so we can speed this train up.

It took me all of 2 seconds to complete my task and I waited, and waited for John to finish his business so we could FINALLY go eat some breakfast!
After what felt like hours, John comes out of the bathroom and I notice he's shaking some guys hand and saying things like "alright, brother" and "I feel you" (apparently the Memphis in John *he grew up there*  comes out after 100 drinks). As they part ways, I also notice this guy has a striking resemblance to this lovely gentleman:
Me: John, who's your new friend?
*and ya'll in the most nonchalant way he responds....*
"Oh he just wanted to sell me some cocaine."
Excuse me?
Me: Oh well thats nice of him. I always buy my cocaine from a rando in the bathroom.

Then John shows me this picture that also occurred in said bathroom:
That would be $500 in $2 bills in case you were wondering.

Now I had the urge to walk right into that mens bathroom to see what a carnival like place it was, but breakfast was calling at it was around 8:15 at this point.

John and I stumble (well he stumbles and I half carry him) across the street to the food court in our hotel. 
You see, all poor John wants at 8 in the morning is a Johnny Rockets hamburger. Johnny Rockets doesn't start serving until 10, but people are behind the counter setting up for the day. John offers to pay them $100 for a Johnny Rockets Hamburger.
They decline.
I'm embarrassed.
I tell him more than once to be quiet.
He picks me up over his shoulder and carries me into the breakfast line.
I'm mortified.

Anywayyyy... we order breakfast and finally sit down to eat.
John drops half his waffle on the floor.
5 second rule?
This is the man I love, ya'll.

Finally we're on our way up to our room and while I'm ready to get the party started, I know that Johns party is fading fast and he has to go to sleep.
On our walk up, his phone rings and it is our lovely drug dealer friend.
John: I felt bad.

Calm down.
No he didn't buy drugs. No we don't do drugs. But a drug dealer in Vegas now has Johns phone number. 
No big deal.

John immediately passes out and I watch the clock waiting until I can wake him up and go do something.
Around 1 he finally wakes up and we go back down to the pool.
When we get there we immediately remember that we lost our sunscreen the day before and if we don't find some to put on our bodies we will be fried eggs in an hour.
I notice they're selling sunscreen in a tiki hut by the pool for $25... um no.
So we set off to befriend some nice people that would let us steal some sunscreen.

We get in the pool and notice some older people wearing Kentucky and South Carolina hats. If you know anything about the SEC, know that if you strike up a conversation about anything football related, we'll be your new best friend.
So that's exactly what we did.
We talked to this lady from S. Carolina for a good hour before I let it slip that we needed some sun screen.
Of course we could go to their cabana and have some! Make our selves at home!
She also mentioned that her son would be coming down soon because he stayed up all night PLAYING BLACKJACK AT BILLS GAMBLIN HALL!!!!
Those were the same boys John was sitting at the table with.
When they got in the pool, the look on their faces were priceless.
What a small world, ya'll.

So once again we pool all day, go to our little Mexican cantina, John dances to the cupid shuffle
then we go to our room and pass out.

I wake up around 1am (my sleep is all kinds of messed up).
John is nowhere to be found.
I call him to see where in the world he is; come to find out, boyfriend is up at the foundation room with our friends (they're alive!) and I told him to 'go away' when he tried to wake me up to go.
This somehow does not surprise me at all.
So I hurry and get ready and cab it over to meet them there.
The Foundation Room at Mandalay Bay is amazing. 
Best view of the strip.

After Mandalay Bay we cab it over to Paris to party it up in Chateau which was a favorite from last year.

My friend and her pink bra just needed a breather. I feel ya girl.

We again, partied until the sun came up and then went back to the room and passed out.
It's now Sunday, and we're now running on E (as in Empty, not the drug...come on people).
We wake up around 4pm and decide to go eat our second meal of the entire trip.
We walk down to Margaritaville which was attached to our hotel and had some pretty good seafood.
Then we head back up to our room and John falls back asleep.
This day was supposed to be our touristy- go downtown- see the lights- day, but it turned out to be, gain energy by sleeping day.
I wasn't too upset about it if I'm being honest.
Just means we'll have to go back soon to do touristy stuff!

Aaaand there you have it folks.
Our trip in a nutshell.
We got up the next morning, packed, gambled for a little bit, then headed to the airport and back to Houston.
If I said I didn't want to go back right at this moment, I'd be lying.
Vegas is amazing and if you've never been, I hope my stories are a good selling point on why you NEED to get out there!

Never a dull moment, ya'll.... never a dull moment.