Waking up in Vegas – #BiSC

Totally unoriginal Katy Perry song title for blog title.

OR – The Blogger’s Guide to Having a Seriously Stellar Time

If you have the opportunity to go to Bloggers in Sin City, by all means GO.  I’m not the type to just fly across the country to a place I’ve never been with people I’ve never met in person to just hang out.  But after wussing out last year, I knew I had to go.  It was just something I had to do.  I’m so glad I did.

I met so many amazing people, all so different and yet somehow already connected.

Anyway…without further ado, The Blogger’s Guide to Having a Seriously Stellar Time (in Vegas and in Life):

• Go to BiSC, organized by the a-mazing Nicole
  
• Stay at Flamingo so you can be engulfed by a feather bed and also so you can watch Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest while you poo.  Or for the ladies, while you put your makeup on (everyone knows girls don’t poo).
  
  
• Get incredible swag in yo bag, from cool sponsors…. like Dragonfruit infused liquor from Skyy Vodka, salt ‘n pepa popchips, Babeland toys if you’re lucky, Sir Richard’s condoms for all, awesome “I’m blogging this” panties from ThinkGeek, and many more that I can’t think of off the top of my head but will be sure to tell you about.
• Walk the strip with some fun gals like Ashley and Katherine – and make strangers take your picture.
  
  
• Go running with Tara and Mikael – if strangers try to run with you or catcall, no matter.  They can’t keep up.
• Go to Sugar Factory and guzzle one of their red velvet martinis, complete with cream cheese frosting rim:
  
• See Absinthe…for the love of God, see Absinthe!! And not just to see Angel Porrino in pasties, either.  The Skating Aratas and The Esteemed Gentlemen of the High Wire blew my mind.
  
  
• Check out The Bank at the Bellagio and perhaps dance with some British dudes and befriend a sweaty Dutch dude.  Maybe…just maybe…leave early and grandma it up in compression socks while watching Seinfeld.  For example.
• Casino royale (I’m using it as a verb) bigtime with Nico and TJ – maybe get a little lost while you’re at it.  Lose impressively at roulette.
• Look at the birdies while you’re pooling, and hang out with the too cool fo school Terra – but don’t forget your sunglasses.
  
  
• Go to dinner with phenomenal bloggers – too many to list – at Mon Ami Gabi at Paris.  YUM.
• Go window shopping with Germana.  Discover later that you probably could have cursed a LOT more in front of her.  Next time.
• Eat breakfast goodies, tons of them, with Jayme at Planet Dailies.  Challah french toast, holla! Don’t eat anything healthy.  Ever.
• Um.  Be VIP.  All the way.  All the time.
  
  
• Skip the line at Pure, thanks to said VIP badges.  Throw a bachelorette party for Kaci at said club.  Dance your ass off and pay exorbitant drink prices – I mean, I hear Will.I.Am is DJing, so let’s pop bottles.
• Go to Burger Joint late-nite with Maxie and Bob.  Inexplicably eat your weight in fried goodness.
• Double-check what time your flight leaves…I was about five hours off in my guess.

Honestly…this post just doesn’t even do the trip justice.   You could have done just about anything at BiSC and have had the BEST time.  I was reading Amber’s post earlier today, and she really struck a note – this trip taught me a lot about who I want to be.  Just mustering the courage to go on this trip made me feel pretty damn good.  And it was so inspiring – being around other people who are just trying to live their lives and express themselves through this particular medium and maybe figure out a thing or two along the way.  Thank you all so, so much.  Let’s keep in touch…are yall on Twitter?…..

Note: I think the left side of the picture missed the memo on the RAWR kitteh face.

Photos by me and Absinthe Vegas and Rebecca Freeman. The good ones are by her.

Coolest video by Apocalypstick:

Bloggers in Sin City from Almie Rose on Vimeo.