Happy Friday, Internet! I'm in Las Vegas to photograph a wedding this weekend and last night things got cray. Popping bottles in the ice, like a blizzard…something something something gettin slizzard. I've never been good with song lyrics, but it doesn't matter because I'm just making things up. Things didn't get cray, unless you consider watching episodes Antiques Roadshow riveting.

I wish I was the girl didn't worry about business when I travel for business, but, well, I'm not. I over think overthinking, I worry about worrying. What if I eat something bad at a buffet and I can't work the following day? What if I twist my ankle walking back from the Elvis exhibition? What if I get a face tattoo after betting it all on red?! Leave it to me and I'll be the girl walking down the Strip in a life-sized bubble. With a camera.

Speaking of cameras, I think this guy needs a new one…

If I brought Polo to Las Vegas with me, I'd make sure he walked around with this leash, so he wouldn't feel left out…

However, since my dog is at home, he'll fully expect a similar jacuzzi set up upon my return…

Oh! One last thing…I do know lyrics to a few songs, most from growing up and listening to music my mother didn't allow. Hey, Ma, this one's for you… Ice, ice, baby…

Happy Friday