Yeah so some of this photo shows part of the reason why we screamed “no new friends” all night. We get together twice a year: July Vegas & December Secret Santa. Since high school, baby. We’re obnoxious together, we make up words no one but us understand, and we fight and piss each other off like family, but I’m almost positive I wouldn’t want it any other way… Versace Versace arriba arriba.
PS. I just celebrated my 24th birthday in Vegas - making that my 4th Vegas celebration in a row since I’ve turned 21. Old habits die hard? MEHHHH.