Yes, you read that right. I’m a Vegas virgin.
And yes, I know you’re ultra confused how a gal who loves any and all things gaudy, sequined, shiny, fuchsia, leopard, sparkly (you get the picture) could have lived a life thus far without visiting my potential mothership of a city. Well, wonder no more because I’ll be gracing Vegas with my prescence later this afternoon!
The hardest part about preparing to travel to Las Vegas was deciding which pieces of my always flamboyant wardrobe would be accompanying me.
How much gaudy is too much?
Good thing I have my trusty sidekick, Ted, who helped me narrow down my sequins.
He leaned toward the pink. Surprised?
But Tedstar was beyond disgusted to see that I was packing my Aunt Nancy’s 1960s white mini dress – you know, just in case I meet Mr. Right Now and decide to get hitched after knowing someone all of one day in Vegas (I mean, it can happen, right?).
Mr. Bear was so disgusted, he refused to move off of the white garment.
Then the little love of my life laid down on my wedding mini, staking his claim by rubbing his scent and dark fur all over the place.
She’s MINE.
Of course after all of 14 minutes of helping me choose attire and throwing a tantrum over non-existent wedding bells, Teddy was exhausted.
Surrendered to sleep.
Keep your fingers crossed that all of my bling makes it through airport security and that I don’t bring a Mr. CBXB back to Nashville with me.
Look out Vegas, here I come!
CBXB
