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[snaughty]

4 days and 3 nights in Vegas over New Years, baybee. Woo! I didn't drink as much as I should/could have... I just feel odd getting drunk in places that aren't home, or someone I know's house. We didn't have any money to buy a bottle of booze to drink in the hotel room {which we were sharing with a stranger anyway}, so the only drinks I ended up having were these Peppermint Patty shots {the best tasting shots I've had in my entire life}, and then some of the peppermint patties on the rocks, and then a bunch of cheap wine at dinner one of the nights. All on different nights. It was barely enough to give me a weak buzz for a few hours each night, and that was good enough for me. I hadn't even had a drink when the fireworks went off, so I was all sober on the strip. Joe was working when midnight rolled around, so at 11:30pm, I walked out to the strip from our hotel room at the Excalibur. I couldn't walk any further once I hit Tropicana and Las Vegas blvd, so I just stopped and waited for the fireworks to go off so I could rush back to my room. I was feeling a teensy bit claustrophobic, and getting the shakes a bit. It wasn't really bad until the show ended, and everyone was trying to get off the strip. I ended up getting mashed up some, because everyone in the crowd in front of me wasn't moving, and then everyone behind me was pushing forward. After being pushed forward a bit, the crowd in front of and behind me decided they were going to just hop the fence instead of going forward like they were supposed to, and I was getting a bit weirded out at that, seeing as how I've never hopped a fence before in my life. I was planning on just squeezing through and continue going straight like I wanted, but the entire crowd around me decided the fence was a good idea, so I got shoved along that way. All came out well, though. Some guy helped brace me from behind as I went over, and my foot got stuck a little at the top, but it was only like a 2-3 foot drop on the other side, so it was okay. I came away with nothing more than two bruises, a scrape near my ankle, and a cut on my palm.
I hate telling stories and not knowing how to end them.