Hi bitches, this week we have a very different podcast.

It's more of a spiritual journey if you will.

I've been making a huge effort lately to tackle my social anxieties.

You know, not a girl, not yet a woman.

And I'm trying to be like a more go with the flow kind of biznatch, trying to stray from

my usual routine of dirty martinis and a 9pm bedtime.

So I have decided to last minute tag along with my boyfriend and big group of guy friends

for a Vegas trip.

Vegas for me is a sensitive subject.

It's kind of like the melting pot of all of my greatest fears in life, cheap liquor,

bandage dresses, men in gold chains, buffets, disgusting.

So this weekend is in Billboard Music Awards and I'm going to be taking you along my super

delist mental breakdown.

Viva Las Vegas.

Hopefully my room has balcony that I can jump off of if things go badly.

It's fucking midnight and I just touched down in Las Vegas.

I kind of already want to die.

I've got Xanax in my pocket and optimism in my heart once again.

Yes, that's a recycled joke.

Don't care.

I am going to down a martini, which is a big deal for me past midnight and try to rally

to go see David Getta.

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