But for grown ups.
You know how when you were a kid and your parent/s told you that you were going to Disneyland and you could barely get your shit together because all you could think about is what ride you were going to get on first, and if you were tall enough to get on Space Mountain and how no amount of money on God's green and beautiful earth would get you to ride in the submarine crammed in there with 50-11 tourists/strangers breathing up my air. Okay. Well, the last part may have just been me.
But I digress. Every day I'm just a little bit closer to my Disneyland. I'm looking forward to not having to come to work for a couple days. I'm trying to decide what to pack (aside from my stupid boot), and thinking of how much FUN I'm going to have. I'm daydreaming about it...all the stuff I'm gonna do: A rollercoaster, a concert , sleep in, drink, gamble, flirt with cute boys, push my luck, drink... wait. Did I say drink twice? Well, I'm certainly gonna drink more than twice! I'm going to Las Vegas!
I've got 5 days, 23 hours, 33 minutes and 10 seconds until Vegas....
You can thank Just Miss for my Vegas on the Brain
...is it time to go yet?
...how 'bout now?