Speaking of Vegas, but NOT speaking of getting married, I am constructing a Bucket List for myself. Not a Morgan Freeman-Jack Nicholson Bucket List, but a pre-30th birthday bucket list to live out all the foolish mishaps I’m going to jokingly claim I committed anyways over infant heads and expanding thighs at a Park Slope playground in a few years. Uh, hopefully.
Well, #1: Go totally hedonistic with the girls in Vegas. We’re talking chatting our way to free drinks at the swank spots, pulling through pre-dawn hours at a cheese-hole like the Golden Nugget, wearing a lot of sequins and glitter, eating a lot of food, riding the roller coaster and seeing Cirque du Soleil (and maybe going out with the muscle-y dancers afterward) and hopfeully flying home hungover, but not married.