I'm off to Vegas this weekend for a tennis tournament. I'm not a huge fan of Vegas. Sure, it's chock full of incredible shopping, food, and pretty much anything else you can imagine. But if you're a girl like me, then you pretty much spend most of the time looking at your feet, because it's kind of hard to look anywhere else without being bombarded on every side by porn. Plus the whole place stinks like cigarette smoke... (secondhand smoke? gag.) Somebody once said something along the lines of Vegas being a place where everybody is either running to something, or from something. I'm thinking that I'm a third type of person... the girl who's happy to be there (at least while she's playing tennis and chilling in the hot tub) but as soon as that's all over she's pretty dang happy to be heading home. But I get to miss some school so I have to admit that I'm looking forward to this little weekend getaway!
Love, Reagan
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