Being There

I cannot believe that March is almost over. If February flew by, this month has seriously time warped away. March has been such a fun, decadent month. But then again these past couple months have just been oozing with "me time." The upside of all this self-indulgence is that it has been a (relatively) stress-free blast. The downside is my credit card bill. I am now feeling completely rejuvenated, and desperate to get back to work.
The good news is that I have a job interview tomorrow. For a really interesting looking job. That I really want. (And a salary better than my last job.)
I forgot (lie. failed) to mention that I did not get accepted to the one graduate program that I applied to. After kicking myself in the face (or something like that?) for only applying to ONE program, I decided to move on (after crying, freaking out about what I'm going to do with my life, how I have no direction, am completely lost, hopeless, etc).
I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. I have absolute faith in this, and have seen it multiple times in my life. (college, friendships, romantic relationships, jobs, etc.) I have prayed a lot more in this past week than I have in a long long while. Granted I am unbelievably blessed, and ridiculously happy, the whole lack of job/ direction/ plan has been weighing heavily on me. I am a planner. I can't help it. I want to know where things are headed, and prepare, and have a roadmap. And more than that, I often want to fast forward through the entire journey and just be there already. I know this last part is bad. I need to enjoy the process. I have enjoyed the process of the past couple months. But the time has come. I really need some sort of sign. I'm feeling lost, and all of this journey-ing is needing a bit of guidance. I have prayed for guidance. To be led in the right direction. For strength and faith. And tomorrow I suppose we shall see.
But my fingers are seriously crossed. I hope the interview tomorrow goes well. I hope the job is right for me. I want it to be right.

So, this post hasn't been about Vegas at all, but these thoughts were completely overwhelming my mind, and they made this past weekend seem sort of meaningless.. I guess thats obvious though. It was Las Vegas, land of the meaningless.
It was a blast though. The BF & I realized that we are in fact not Vegas people. After a day of frozen margaritas (sugar high), pool clubs (which basically looked like a giant x rated film. gross) and a night at one of the hottest clubs, we were completely happy to eat McDonalds in our hotel room in comfy clothes while our friends stayed up all night. (Now I NEVER eat McDonalds, so that was sinful in itself.) It made me so happy however, to not be out there searching for someone, needing something else, but to completely content in the simplicity of just being with my boyfriend whom I adore, and reveling in the fact that we are on the same page about oh so many things. All in all we managed to have a rediculously great time though. It was so much fun to be in a vacation spot with all of our friends... definitely a Disneyland for grown ups fealing.

And now, without further adieu... Vegas Pictures: