I have had a long, ongoing conversation with some of my friends about the existence of what I like to call "Vegas People". I live in a small midwestern town, where dressing up at night involves maybe putting on your jeans with no rips, and if you are REALLY fancy, you'll trade out a tee shirt for a button down, but only if it's like, your anniversary or your Mom's birthday or something. My friends express distress when I tell them about how I met this person, or that person in Vegas, and we went out and we had too much to drink, and then we ate pancakes at 5am. They are convinced I am going to be sold into the sex trade or have my kidneys stolen. I am absolutely positive that I am not. Here's why. I am a "Vegas Person". This site is dedicated to us. You know who you are. You might be a Vegas Person IF:
You have club promoters numbers in your phone, and you know just who to call for which club.
You know the opening dates for dayclubs, which makes you totally happy and you feel sad when you know they close.
Even if you don't live anywhere near Vegas, you know if a new club opens, and you read reviews so you can decide if you want to go on your next trip
You are already planning your next trip before the wheels on the plane touchdown from your last one.
You go to the gym thinking... I have ____ months until Vegas... Surely, I can get some abs before then?
You feel bad for all the people lining up in GA with no idea that there are a million better options than that mess.
You have ever spent one of the best nights of your life with complete strangers
When you buy new clothes, the first thought in your head is "but would I wear this in Vegas?"
You get totally stoked when the clubs release the lineups for the days you'll be in town, and you start weighing the pros and cons of each venue/artist.
Your eyes pop open at 9am on Saturday morning, even if you've been asleep for only 2 hours, because you know EBC is not a place to be late to.
You know exactly how many days until you'll be in Vegas again.
You have shared a towncar/limo/stretch hummer with strangers because ain't nobody got time for that cab line.
I could go on for ages. Are you a Vegas Person? How do you know? I've got 29 days til my next trip. I'm at the point where I'm texting my friends every damn day about what we'll be doing, where we'll be going, what we will wear, and to which place. It's ridiculous. I am a grown woman. But dammit if it isn't fun. Cheers to y'all, my Vegas People... I can't wait to see you in the sunshine.
You have club promoters numbers in your phone, and you know just who to call for which club.
You know the opening dates for dayclubs, which makes you totally happy and you feel sad when you know they close.
Even if you don't live anywhere near Vegas, you know if a new club opens, and you read reviews so you can decide if you want to go on your next trip
You are already planning your next trip before the wheels on the plane touchdown from your last one.
You go to the gym thinking... I have ____ months until Vegas... Surely, I can get some abs before then?
You feel bad for all the people lining up in GA with no idea that there are a million better options than that mess.
You have ever spent one of the best nights of your life with complete strangers
When you buy new clothes, the first thought in your head is "but would I wear this in Vegas?"
You get totally stoked when the clubs release the lineups for the days you'll be in town, and you start weighing the pros and cons of each venue/artist.
Your eyes pop open at 9am on Saturday morning, even if you've been asleep for only 2 hours, because you know EBC is not a place to be late to.
You know exactly how many days until you'll be in Vegas again.
You have shared a towncar/limo/stretch hummer with strangers because ain't nobody got time for that cab line.
I could go on for ages. Are you a Vegas Person? How do you know? I've got 29 days til my next trip. I'm at the point where I'm texting my friends every damn day about what we'll be doing, where we'll be going, what we will wear, and to which place. It's ridiculous. I am a grown woman. But dammit if it isn't fun. Cheers to y'all, my Vegas People... I can't wait to see you in the sunshine.
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