So although I am hungover from last night's tequila-fest (three shots of Patron? Suurrrre. Why not?) I am going out tonight -- first to First Friday and then Beauty Bar. I will have to get up verrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy early tomorrow to finish packing my life but that is not a good enough deterrent. I'm leaving Las Vegas and I'm going to be drunk while doing it.
I feel bad -- like I'm leaving Vegas on a sour note. Several people at work hate me. I have friends here who don't understand why I bothered coming into their lives (and taking them over, thank you very much) if I was gonna run off in 6 months. I'm used to losing people. At my old job we got used to people being important to us for 6 months before their tourist visa or internship ran out. But I guess everyone isn't like that.
So to make up for it, shots are on me. Seriously.
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