After years of going to Vegas for birthdays, getaways, bachelorette parties and one very cold New Year's Eve, I know better than to come into work the very next day.  It takes a full day to recover from the excessive drinking and lack of sleep.  Almost all of yesterday was spent either in bed or on my couch, minus the hour I spent unpacking and cooking dinner.  Today my legs are still sore from all the dancing that I did on Saturday night.  It was a fun time despite initial my concern that I was too old to be partying like that.  ;)

The roundup from the weekend (includes only details that I could talk about in a public blog like this):

• Stayed in two awesome suites at The Hotel at Mandalay Bay.  Very swanky but it was about a mile of walking to get to the pools in Mandalay Bay.  But we were hooked up with a discount so the rooms ended up being cheaper than Mandalay Bay.
• Average temperature in Vegas was 105 degrees.  Such a shame that I only spent a total of four hours in the wave pool. 
• My longest stretch of dancing in one night without sitting down? 5 hours.
  
• Celebrity takeover: Kardashians at Pure nightclub caused the lines to shutdown at midnight. We thought there was going to be a riot since they had a zillion people waiting.
• Bill for bottle service and table at Prive: two bottles of Grey Goose vodka at $450 per bottle.
  
• Stef's friend hooked us up with a "party bus" that came equipped with a dancer's pole. I would like to note that I did not partake in the pole dancing.
  
• Met Steve Kim from the Chippendale's at Seamless, the after hours club.
  
• Missed breakfast every day. But we did dine at Bradley Ogden and Social House. The latter's tasting menu of sashimi was amazing and worth every penny.  Bradley Ogden is owned by the same restauranteur as Lark Creek here in San Francisco but it definitely wasn't as good. 
  
• I slept a total of four hours in two days.  Woo.
  

Originally posted on kimmie.vox.com

Sometimes it takes a few plays before I really connect with bands and their music.  I have a tendency to fall in love with albums long after others have started playing them at housewarming parties and they're on request in jukeboxes around the city.  When it finally happens I'll listen to a particular album on repeat until I can't bear to hear another single note from them. 

There's been many albums where I've done this going back as far as Disintegration, a time where I was going through the early years of "How the hell did I end up with this family?", to more recent memories of drinking wine and dancing to Hot Fuss with my girlfriends.  Each of these albums takes me back to a place and time, and reminds me of how far I've come and how much further the road is ahead.  This month I'm stuck on Crystal Castles:

Originally posted on kimmie.vox.com