1. The moment where I realized that not only would I be meeting bloggers at the airport, but that Kelly and Katherine would be waiting with a handmade sign. And that within minutes, we would be pulling off artistic poses like this. Obviously Katherine and I are ready for our own Vegas show. Genius is a fire within us. It is why we blog.
2. The moment Amanda became my pusher and I went from this:
3. The moment Tara introduced me to Cat Paint. Eating the best meatball in the history of meatballs in a buffet at Planet Hollywood. And I FINALLY GOT SOMEONE TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL ‘HONEYBADGER’ MEANS.
4. Every posing moment was genius. (So was the idea of covering one of his eyes to make Donny appear to be winking at the camera.)
(Special shout out to Amber for playing Vanna White to Donny’s crotch)
5. The moment on the rooftop of Chateau in the VIP area (this is starting to sound like a horrible and unrealistic YA novel), where I got to tell the fierce and unbreakable Rachael how damn proud I am of her for starting fresh and doing great big things with her life. She’s more magical than a wizarding unicorn. AND MOMENTS LATER, ON THE SAME ROOFTOP (it was a truly magical rooftop), getting time with Doni and having a MOMENT where we both just looked around at everyone just… DOING ALL THE AMAZING THINGS YOU DO ON A ROOFTOP IN VEGAS and just realizing that every single one of us was there because we took a chance on having an amazing time and we were reaping the awards of living big. I love Doni even more than I love magical rooftops.
6. The moment I became okay with the idea that at heart, I am 100% awkward in photos. Here is just a brief sampling of evidence…
7. The moment I realized I spent 25 minutes in the wrong hotel looking for my room. (I was not drunk this night, which either makes the whole scenario 100% better or 100% worse). This issue only got resolved when I demanded to speak to someone at check in (after walking up four sets of stairs because I couldn’t find the elevator) and the nice man telling me that I was in the wrong hotel after he looked at my key. This is also the same night a drunk man hit me with his scooter and I yelled “Shame on you!” as he scooted away. Probably to get a lap dance from an orphaned child.
8. The moment where Katelin and I posed like tigers (this is every photo, except the ones where we are impersonating Whitney Houston or eating macaroons). The moment Tara and I began singing The Little Mermaid (this was every night except the ones where I was trying to get her to sing Whitney Houston). Every morning where Nic was nice to me despite my inability to speak coherently (mornings are hard). All my moments with Taquito.
9. The moment everyone started hugging goodbye on Sunday and I felt myself getting weepy. I had just spent the morning tweeting about Kerri Strug and stealing hangovers, giggling while I considered chopping off my own head to stop the pain- and suddenly I felt weepy. Then lucky. Because Woody Allen got it right. 90% of life is just showing up. And as I looked around the room of strangers that had become friends and dance partners and confidantes and singers- I was filled with gratitude that I had shown up, but more importantly- that each one of them had too. Thank you kittens.
10. Bear claw vagina. If you have to ask, you’ll never know.