I'm breaking all the Vegas rules...

What are the Vegas rules?

1. gamble
2. drink
3. wear stiletto heels and impossibly tight pants
4. smoke a cigar
5. see a show
6. avoid the creepy people handing out the 'skin' cards
7. see and be seen...i.e. spend as little time alone in your hotel room as possible (alone being the operative word in that rule)
8. and most important...what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

I broke that last and most important rule last night when I mobily posted a photo of bloggers wildly dancing at a club. Instead of a pre-race shake-out run, a good number of us decided to go dancing last night instead. So if you follow blogs of other runners who are here in Vegas, you've already seen some of the pictures. But here are mine...

I know this isn't a super flattering pic, but how often do we really look as awesome as we feel when drinking and dancing at a disco?

Saturday was the first time I had ever met Page, even though she lives kind of near me. 

I consider myself changed forever.

And Janae! 

Not only is she truly as super sweet as she seems on her blog...

this girl busts some killer moves on the dance floor!

See? Alcohol. She's drinking and dancing. She isn't breaking the Vegas rules.

 So I didn't gamble.

And I didn't drink or smoke.

And I wore my pilgrim shoes to the disco and...

yes... the thigh-high maternity compression stockings.

I think my ankle could have been a stand-in for Michael Jackson...if my socks were sparkly.

And I left the party at 10 p.m.

I did not see a show but instead resurrected that favorite game...

Match The Rack...

All save one of our game's participants are in Vegas this weekend. And one of them did not join us for the disco fever. So you have to guess which three are pictured above. There will be no prizes, just your own personal satisfaction that you know boobs.

And about the creepy card-hander-outters...

I just started going up to them and asking for cards...however many they were willing to part with.

And I tried to get them to teach me how to do this super creepy little snap thing they do. Well, some of them do the snappy thing and others do this little flicking thing. And then there are some who are either new or uncoordinated or on drugs or a combo who cannot snap or flick and they just shake like they have DT's. So creepy... and so sad. And no, I will not be sharing those cards with you all... this is a family-friendly blog. Well...sort of :P

I almost didn't make it out of the hotel. There were these elves, see...

And then I almost didn't make it out of the cab... there was this wheeler-dealer trying to make off with my cash...

But I did think I was outside at one point...even though I wasn't...

These pictures are NOT outside.

I totally thought I was outside until I saw these little circle things in the ceiling. Yes... the ceiling. And I felt such a weird combination of awe and disappointment.

I am hoping to feel nothing but awe as I charge down The Strip tonight.

The wind has died down a bit, and the air is cool and crisp.

I think it will be perfect :)