Ok so it wasn't exactly Vegas "style". If we did it Vegas style I would have been in 4 inch sparkling stilettos, a 4 inch sparkling dress, 4 pounds of sparkling make up, and no jacket or coat of any kind. Oh, and I probably wouldn't be able to write this post because I'd have been so sloshed I wouldn't remember what went down.
But we were in Vegas!
{I wore jeans, boots, a sweater and a coat, and brought gloves and a beanie with me. Sexy stuff, let me tell ya.}
The night was filled with walking the strip, random dance parties, catching marti gras beads that were being thrown from a balcony, lots of people-watching, and a lot of photobombing done by Mr. Thompson.
When the countdown started I realized we were in the perfect center of all the fireworks that were being shot off from 4 hotels and right by a huge countdown screen. Couldn't have planned it better. It was pretty exhilarating to be surrounded by so many people all yelling, "10...9...8...........3...2...1!!" The atmosphere was very unified.
That lasted about 10 minutes.
Everyone stood around for 7ish minutes getting their kisses, saying happy new year and being generally excited. Then people decided it was time to start moving again. And everyone- I'm going to repeat for emphasis- everyone wanted to go a different direction. It was a mosh pit with no music. The first few minutes of the mosh pit everyone seemed to think it was quite amusing that we all wanted to move but couldn't, and one could look around and see plenty of smiling faces. Then that atmosphere changed. If one dared to look around you would see tears, fighting, and impatient facial expressions. Through some miracle we were able to make it out alive, disease-free, and still together.
We decided to start the trek back to the car and I made it right before my feet gave up and made my knees do the rest of the work. Bed time was 430am.
HAPPY 2012!
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