So It's Another BiSC Post, But Why Don't You Read It Anyway?

WELL.

Shame on me for not having the motivation to recap BiSC until right. This. Second. You see, I needed to feel the inspiration to blog about such an epic event.

Inspiration? Welcome. Come, have a drink. Make yourself comfortable. Because you just might be here a while.

So, as the majority of you know, this past weekend was this amazing little (read: massive) gala (gala?) called Bloggers in Sin City. You see, this crazy amazing lady known as Nicole came up with this brilliant idea last year, and around 25 bloggers had so much fun then that it happened all over again this year.

Except this time? 69 bloggers showed up.

69 bloggers in one amazingly redone Flamingo Hotel.

With pink bathroom walls and TVs on the mirrors.

Kerri and I arrived just in time to pounce on our roommates (Steph Corwin and Morgan) and throw on something cute and theme-ish for the "I Just Came From a Theme Party" bar crawl, which began at Planet Hollywood.

After going to the wrong Planet Hollywood (there are two, what?), we arrived to the sights and sounds of...well, a shit load of bloggers.

Ev'Yan and Kerri

And my (unbeknownst to me) cowboy family.

Me, Becca and Nico

And easily accessible Twitter handles (thanks Molly, I think you're just swell).

And instant connections.

Hi Kathleen, I adore you.

And lovely strolls down the strip with equally lovely ladies.

Michelle, Ev'Yan, Kathleen, Amanda and Andrea

Then it was "let's go have pizza in Andrea, Ev'Yan and Amanda's room" time and crash/bam/thank you ma'am and goodnight time.

I think this is the appropriate time to throw in the fact that I was slightly nervous to meet said shit load of bloggers. I mean, when you think about it logically (me, logical?), the idea of such a large number of people -- most of whom haven't met and/or barely know each other -- meeting in freaking Vegas is just a tiny bit absurd. Ergo? Slightly nervous. But then I soon realized that I couldn't imagine anywhere I'd rather be.

And that was that.

I think it is also the appropriate time to mention that it was during this trip that I developed a weird thing for Donny Osmond. Mostly because my dad raves about his show at our hotel that he performs in with his sister, Marie (anyone else notice how oddly incestuous their relationship appears to be?). But that's really neither here nor there.

Onward.

Next day? POOL TIME.

Amanda, Andrea, Lilani, Kerri, Katelin, Lacey, me and Nicole

It was here that Kerri and I befriended Jason, the guy sitting next to us at the pool who informed us he was getting married that night and liked the water slide at our pool. We then deemed him? Groom On a Slide (sung to the tune of Pants On the Ground).

Try it, it's fun.

Anyway. A few games of Roulette (my new favorite thing ever in the history of ever, but only when I win, which happened quite often, which was amazing and made my head grow about 3 sizes), some yard long margaritas and ogling of a couple Sex and the City slot machines (that were never vacant because we all know that Sex and the City slot machines are just better) later, a bunch of us had a laughing fit over too many things to write in this post, I realized that my theory of always missing a spot when putting on sunscreen is true and story time with fantastic (read: very useful) prizes was a huge win. Then we got ready to go out that night and isn't this just a good looking group of bloggers?

Kori, Amanda, Nico, Amy, Ev'Yan, Kerri, Andrea and Morgan

The night was filled with Italian food (yum), wandering (hello, it's Vegas)...


...and incredible fountain adventures.

We cured our hangovers woke up for a farewell champagne brunch and toasted to being a bunch of bad ass bloggers.


But not before bidding adieu to dreamy old Donny.

So here's the thing.

I would say that this was one big and incredible experience for me, something I never would've even imagined doing this time last year, or even a mere few months ago, because if anyone would've told me that blogging could mean all of this, I wouldn't have ever believed them. Because, like so many of us say, I started this blog for me and me alone. And I still do it for me and me alone. But now? I am part of this wonderful community I never knew existed. And damn it, I feel blessed.

I could say all of that, but instead, I'll just sum it up in one sentence.

I can't wait to do it all over again next year.