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Tipsy Cherry

    I am soooo sooooo soooooooooooooooooooo looking forward to Vegas next month for my girlfriend’s bachelorette weekend. You cannot begin to understand the type of lustful pull that Vegas has on me. Not only do I love to dance until Marquee closes down and my heels have murdered one precious toe at a time, but I love when people dance on me. If you’re a Vegas-regular, you knowwwwwwwww what I’m talking about. #winkwink

    If you get introduced to Vegas the right way…it’s like a baptism…you get wet in ways you never knew were possible. And just an unsolicited piece of advice from a Vegas veteran: when you find those someone(s) that enjoy the same libido-rousing lifestyle, it’s a complete reformation. Hang on to them. They may just split the bill on a private champagne room that would have otherwise cost you a mortgage payment.

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    There are two types of people in this world: those that chase shots of Jameson with blow at 2:04am in a bathroom stall, and those that go to sleep by 9:30pm in polka-dotted pajamas after sipping a warm mug of hot chocolate. There isn’t an inbetween, is there? Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut who’s to say we can’t play the straight-laced, responsible, career-oriented woman during the week, but then live that lecherous lifestyle on an occasional long weekend?

    I suppose there really isn’t a checkbox that one can tick themselves under. We’re human, we’re dynamic, we’re multi-faceted, we’re fickle, we’re ever-evolving. And because I’m tipsy right now, my inconsistent points of view should be forgiven.

    On my 2nd glass of wine….can you tell?

    Jordan just came into the room saying that I look extra extra red.
    That tends to happen to me. As many-an-Asian can attest, I lack the enzymes that efficiently break down alcohol…aka tachycardia…aka acetaldehyde dehydrogenase deficiency…aka Asian glow…aka cheap-ass date.

    I never drink wine in Vegas for this specific reason. Wine gets me flushed and flustered.
    But vodka, for some reason or other, doesn’t.

    So if you happen to be in Sin City the same weekend as me…I’d prefer a vodka soda or extra dirty martini please and thank you.

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