On spontaneous weekenders

I met a guy at a show in Boston last week. This week, he invited me to Vegas for a weekend. I’m into him, work doesn’t start for me until mid-January, and I can always crash at a friend’s place there if things go sour. Am I an insane crazy person for wanting to do this?

If I’m the one you’re asking for permission, then you obviously wanna do it. Go. Have fun. Get laid. Crazy shit like this is the reason Vegas exists. Really, it’s not that big a deal.

Just keep your head screwed on. Make sure you’ve got a reliable friend who knows to check in with you, and keep her updated with your details (room numbers, names of people you’re with, etc.)


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