makin’ moves, changes, & outstanding relationships (Bloggers in Sin City)

Saturday night. 2:30 a.m. The Vegas strip. I’d wound my way out of a red-tinged dance club in the Venetian, exhausted and lost, my white lace dress annoyingly hiking up my sunburned legs. My hair was sweaty. My lipstick wasn’t really a thing anymore, and my shoes that were chosen for both their glitter content & comfort level were rubbing that place on the back of my heel that made me want to cry.

White party. White dresses. White people…?!

And as I strode past the throngs of Vegas drunks, decked to the nines and putting money in machines, I couldn’t help but think how unbelievably and mind-blowing happy I was. Because despite being alone, lost, and tired, I wasn’t scared.

llamas, braininade (brain marinade?)​, and an outfit any kei$ha would envy

I grew up being super into performance theater. In one of my improv classes, we were told to alwaysALWAYS say yes to the love. The bottom line is that in a scene, and, yes keeps momentum going, allowing stories to feed and grow as the people progress.