VEGAS: THE BATTLE BEFORE ARRIVAL

Every girl knows the feeling … the trip you have been anxiously awaiting is quickly approaching, yet you’re still trying to figure out how you’re going to fit 12 outfits in a suitcase meant for 5. I just so happen to be currently experiencing that.

To preface: my boyfriend turns a quarter of a century this January (that’s 25 for all you slow-pokes out there), so naturally, I planned what I thought would be a really rad “surprise” birthday celebration in no other than … VEGAS! I say “surprise” because I am absolutely, positively the worst at keeping surprises. Being the aggressive planner that I am, I began making accommodations about 6 months before we would depart. Did someone say “psycho???”

Anyways, I had this killer vision that we would wake-up the weekend of his birthday and I’d tell him to get his booty in gear and get packed, we’re going to be late! We would then arrive at the airport to a rowdy group of his friends cheering and, to my imagination, probably already guzzling down loads of alcohol. Thus, queue his surprise, delight and overwhelming appreciation for having such a kick*** girlfriend!

However, back in September we went on a date and after having 1 glass of wine, I spilled almost all of the beans. Salvaging what little surprise I had left, I decided to get a little creative and create some fun, meaningful surprises along the way. TBA on those though, can’t have him reading this getting any ideas…

BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. on to the real reason for writing this post : FASHION!

Just as I began dreaming of all the ways I could mess up this trip, I drifted off into the sweet serenity of composing my Vegas outfits in my mind. I visualized Herve Leger and House of Zhivago dresses or Discount Universe jumpsuits with crazy Jeffrey Campbell shoes. From latex pants to full pant boots (don’t ask), I ran through it all. As I began coming back down to reality, what I really wanted started to become more clear. While most individuals have this preconceived notion that in order to “fit-in” in Vegas, one must look the part … outrageous! Totally not the case in my book. Although I am a huge advocate for doin’ your thang and setting yourself apart, I feel as though it is most successfully done in moderation. Hence, my aspiration to look sleek and sophisticated, not trashy and too-much.

So, I ordered away.

x,

Kyrie