I'd love to save a horse

I'm headed to Vegas tomorrow to visit my sister and gamble away my life savings. Sike. I don't have any life savings. Actually, I don't have any savings at all. Awesome.

Anyway, Ashley called me the other night to tell me that she scored us some tickets to this, which will be hilarious. I'm hoping we get to sit in the front row, so I can lick one of the dancers. Do they allow that? They must- it's Vegas! (P.S.- Dancers: pierced nipples? Really? That is SO 1997.)