For my brother's birthday, we surprised him with an impromptu trip to Vegas. We gambled at the Paris (as evident by the upside down Eiffel Towers below). There was car singing. Strawberry daiquiris. Cocktail waitresses with fake boobs. Miraculously, a $200 withdrawal from the ATM only resulted in a $14 net loss (not counting tips for the cocktail waitresses). I consider that a great success.
I wore my brand new draped cardi from Urban Outfitters, which the husband promptly spilled coke all over on the trip there.
Sean wore his stunning vintage '70s Yves Saint Laurent jacket from Goodwill. 
West Coast... bitches. 
I got cold.
Car-Lagged,
Sabrina London
