Last year, I came across a post on Laura’s blog Red Lips and Academics. I had never met Laura, but I enjoyed reading her blog. In this particular post, she had mentioned going to Vegas for a blogging conference. I thought that sounded pretty cool, so I decided to look into it further. And then I forgot about it. And then months went by and I saw stuff about it again popping up on my Twitter feed. And I began to debate as to whether or not I should sign up.
The event was called Bloggers in Sin City. Essentially, 68 strangers meet up in Vegas for three days. Did I want to be one of them? I did. I really did. But then I thought about my finances and whether or not it was for me. I’ve never been the type of person to be all social and join things. I hate being forced to bond with people. Whenever it happens, I always tend to rebel. But this would be different. No one was forcing me to go. If I decided to go, it would be my own decision. I looked through the registration page to see who the attendees were. And they all seemed pretty cool. They blogged, they loved social media, they seemed to share my sense of humour, and they just all sounded like really nice people. Why would I not go? I love Vegas, so why not?
And so I registered. Well, I tried to register. And somehow failed. So I emailed Nicole, who’s been organizing the event for five years, and we figured out my payment method and it was done. I wrote up my bio, looked through the itinerary, and then spent several months in eager anticipation. And then freaked out trying to figure out my flight and all those fun details. This was my first time trip traveling alone. As an adult, anyway. When I was like 11 or something, I went to visit my aunt and uncle in Halifax, and I had to wear a sign around my neck that said “unaccompanied minor” so that people would help me out. But this time, I was going it alone.
It was a mix of excitement and confusion when I told people that I was going. Some people would be like “Wow, that’s so brave of you to go to this on your own.” and others would be like “Wait, you don’t know anyone there? Why are you going?” I don’t really expect most people to understand. And that’s okay. It’s not like I went because I’m so Vegas obsessed and couldn’t find anyone to go with me. There are people I could have gone with. But this was more than just a Vegas trip. It was an experience and I got to meet a bunch of cool people who I wouldn’t otherwise know existed. And I’m really glad I did.
I spent five nights in Vegas on this trip. Which seems like a lot. For Vegas. I mean I suppose there’s only so much day drinking, overeating, and partying that a person can take. But the time just went by and I enjoyed every minute of it. It was filled with all sorts of epic things that I will never forget. We spent the first day drinking at the Flamingo and meeting people as they arrived. The next day, we got VIP bags and lanyards and played an awesome game of Cards Against Humanity. We had a welcome mixer at Serendipity 3, complete with food, drinks, 8 second hugs, and the most intense staring contest I have ever participated in. We drank and danced at Margaritaville to a band playing 80’s music. One of the best Thursday nights I’ve had.
On Friday, we had a pool party at the Flamingo. I don’t even know how to describe it other than it was awesome. For dinner, we went to the Spice Market Buffet at Planet Hollywood, where there was so much food I could hardly contain myself. Then we went to see “O” by Cirque du Soleil, which had a lot of crazy diving stunts by amazingly talented performers. After that, some of us went out and danced at a shitty club but at least it was a shitty club in Vegas.
On Saturday, we had a breakfast buffet at the Flamingo, and then I went to Minus 5 Ice Bar at the Monte Carlo. We had another buffet that night at Paris and the night ended with a rooftop party on top of Pure nightclub. Actually the night didn’t end there, it ended after following that up with clubbing at Act at the Venetian, and then getting lost trying to find our way out of the Venetian.
On Sunday, we had our fourth and final buffet and started saying our goodbyes. There were strong bonds and friendships made that weekend and no one wanted it to end. I went to In-N-Out Burger for the first time. I had a cheese plate at Otto at the Venetian. That day was filled with a lot of food and a lot of feelings.
I’m really glad I went and that I got to meet so many great people. This was the fifth and final year of the event, which I’m really sad about. I should have found out about it sooner. But some of us were talking about how there’s no reason we can’t just all end up in Vegas together at the same time next year, even if it’s not officially for Bloggers in Sin City. I will post more later about specific things that happened in Vegas. Because I can. Because I want to relive them. Because what happens in Vegas ends up getting blogged about. And now I’m sitting here in my post-Vegas depression. I’m not sure how long it will last but I’m beginning to think that the only cure is to go back to Vegas.