I’m happy to say that I have very fond (and mildly fuzzy) memories of my last trip to Las Vegas.
I went with my girlfriends at the tender age of 21 and had the time of my life. We drank, danced, ate till our hearts content and shopped like we had never used a VISA before. We skipped lines, wore short dresses with 5-inch heels, and one of us may or may not have ended up in one of the Venetian fountains; but that story is for another time…
It truly was the quintessential girls trip and has had me wanting to go back ever since.
I distinctly remember growing up in our household we were not allowed to bring out the Christmas decorations until after December 7th… my little brother’s birthday.
My mom would try her best to hide the Sears Wishbook (Canadian 90’s kids – you know what I’m talking about) from us and forbid decorations (with the exception of outdoor Christmas lights) until my brother had blown out the candles on his birthday cake.
Back in July, I wrote a post about the Red Light District in Amsterdam where I shared some interesting facts about the De Wallen (as it is known to locals) district. One topic I did not discuss in the post was the Red Light District’s association with prostitution.
I can’t lie – the Red Light District and prostitution go hand-in-hand, but the Amsterdam version is not the same as most North Americans are familiar with. Therefore, I thought the idea of prostitution in Amsterdam deserved its own post, because it’s a topic often considered taboo. But if you’re travelling to Amsterdam it’s a topic you’ll be talking about. I promise. Now let’s get you some answers… View Post
When I got the call that I had landed a corporate gig, I was ecstatic. I couldn’t wait to get back to office life and be mentally stimulated and challenged again, but it wasn’t long after I popped some celebratory bubbles that I thought, “I have nothing to wear!”.
Luckily, as an avid blog reader, I knew just where to turn to for 9-5 style inspiration.