I did Vegas

and I told the door guy at the door that I couldn't stand in line or pay because "then I would feel ugly."  He let me in and gave me his last piece of gum.  HOT.

I lost a belly flop competition.

I drank, drank, drank, and didn't puke.

I danced, danced, danced in heels and didn't bust it.

I perfected shaking just my booty and keeping the rest of my body firm.  The largest black man I've ever seen complimented me.  Life goal accomplished.  

Vegas done.