I don't know what it is; there's so much pressure! So, I'm going to tell you about my trip to Vegas. Other things can be found out later.
I got back Sunday night--a mere 4 days ago--and I'm still consumed with post-vacation depression (don't laugh, it's real). I had such a blast. I don't travel often, so vacations for me are basically like Christmas, if it was also my birthday, and Alexander Wang was there saying he'd give me free clothes for life. (Okay, maybe that last one would top a vacation, let's be real.)
Looking back on the pictures, I realize I only have one picture of any outfit I wore the entire time (White + Warren travel wrap, sweater and bag by Alexander Wang, skirt is James Perse, white tee is Helmut Lang, and the shoes are Converse). Sometimes I have too much fun that I forget to take pictures...I need to work on that. Suffice it to say, however, that in a city of a million colors...I wore a lot of black. and gray. and white.
I also saw my first Cirque du Soleil performance, O (incredible doesn't even cover it), one of the last runs of The Phantom of the Opera, tried an oxygen bar (another first--I'm a fan), and saw some of the prettiest indoor shopping (indoor sky and a gondola ride, anyone?), and that hotel bed? I still have dreams about it.
