Not So Paris

After I booked my trip to Vegas last week, I was joking with everyone about how only me and Paris Hilton fly to Vegas for one night just to go to a nightclub. But when I got home yesterday, I realized how Paris and I couldn't BE more different (besides the millions of dollars, celebrity status etc).

Paris takes a limo to the airport and flies to Vegas on a private jet. When she arrives, she is escorted immediately in to the club to her private table. At the end of the night, she stays in her massive suite in the Bellagio. The next morning, she takes a limo to the airport and flies home in her jet.

When I go to Vegas, I take two BART trains, Air BART and a crowded Southwest flight with 100 other people. When I arrive, I wait in line for an hour to get in to the club, even though I'm on the guest list and have to stand in line at the bar to get a drink. At the end of the night, I stay in a small room in the Imperial Palace. The next morning, I take a shuttle to the airport, fly home on another crowded Southwest flight, take Air BART, two more BART trains and wait for Mom to pick me up from the station.

The good news is...even without being a rich heiress, I had TONS of fun. Here's proof.


Me and Tonia on the dancefloor at PURE

Some random guy invited us to sit at his VIP table

The view of the strip from the terrace at PURE