You're only young once... Or so I'm trying to convince my toes.

What a marathon weekend of activity.. Friday night Jax and I had to work an event at 54 and then went to hang out at our other nightclub client (reminder: I have to be careful mentioning my client's names b/c I don't necessarily need my personal blog popping up during our web media searches...) We had some good team bonding with the crew and then I met back up with Jessi + friends for some dancing at 54 again. It was a pretty late night of dancing but it was a good time to say the least. My feet were not loving me later on in the night and most of Saturday, but that's the price you pay for wearing high heels and being on your feet for 7 hours straight - yowch!

Last night I knew the group was going to head out to another nightclub and I promised my feet it would not be a late night. When we hopped in a cab at 4 am, they were not happy I lied to them. Although I will admit that having someone pay for table service (thus getting to sit for a couple hours) was a MAJOR help.

The funny thing -- even living in the capitol of nightlife -- it's VERY rare for me to go out two nights in a row. I can't even remember the last time I did it. It was fun, but I'm glad it's not every night.

This week will probably fly by like they all do, but I am so excited for Friday when my mom arrives to visit for the weekend. Last time she was in town, she came during the week so we only got to hang out at night - not leaving me much time to show her anything beyond the strip - which is an unrealistic visit to Vegas when you actually know someone that lives here.

Even better -- the cherry blossom trees are just starting to bloom so they should be perfect by the time she gets here. Plus daylight savings time will give us even more hours to explore the beautiful scenery including Red Rock Canyon, Valley of Fire, possibly Hoover Dam, etc...

In other news.. my roommate is out of town this week for work. I don't know what happened to me as a kid - if I was permanently damaged by Nightmare on Elm Street or what.. But when I am in a house to myself, I analyze every single little noise or sound. I freak myself out -- hence why I am blogging at midnight instead of crashing to prepare for the big week ahead... I know I'm not the only one that does this, but seriously -- I'm 24. I shouldn't still be afraid of the dark on some level. Or is this normal? Does everyone do this on some level?

Ok time to turn the laptop off and crash. Have a great week!