Vegas.

I could bet for 99% of the population, Vegas is the last place on earth they’d ever decide to go on vacation with their family, however when it comes to the "Proznicks" that is not the case. Anyone that knows me or my family, knows we all like to have fun and definitely have a weird ass sense of humor. There really is never a dull moment. Probably because of the fact we have to live up to the translation of our Ukrainian last name being "party". Whatever it is, we always seem to have a good time and find comedy in anything we come across. So last week, having been immersed in the most bizarre fantasyland together, made it probably one of the most hilarious trips I've ever been on.

When it comes to Vegas, everything is tooooo muuuuuch. From the Stepford wives working the front desk, to the pig roasting at the breakfast buffet, everything exceeds your expectations x 100.  I mean it’s nice, but like, tone it down a little. My brother and I had this ongoing joke that we were all in a horror movie, and the slot machines were whispering to us “plaaaaay me” in a creepy little girls voice (I didn’t lie when I said we had a twisted sense of humour).

Don’t get me wrong, Vegas is a blast! And it’s definitely nice to escape reality for a few days, but just as long as you understand that - it isn't reality. I have to admit I found it a little sad seeing some people still gambling at 6 or 7am. I mean whose money do they think built these glamorous hotels? Then again, I don't blame them - with the oxygen pumping and the lack of windows, they probably did just think it was the middle of the afternoon.

Unlike some of those die hard night owls, I am seriously the worst gambler. When it comes to slot machines, I never know what the hell I’m doing. I’m just randomly pressing buttons and losing money, yet the machine is still making all these winning noises that sound like an ice cream truck on acid. I just hate it - I hate slot machines. The only game I enjoy playing is blackjack. In this game I at least understand what I'm doing. And I get to feel cool doing the hit me or stand actions. But even with that, I’m still the lamest gambler. I’ll win ten dollars and think I hit the jackpot. The second I get 21; it's like I hear the Apprentice theme song playing in the back of my head and I'm running to cash out.  People are literally winning thousands of dollars beside me and I’m losing my shit over ten dollars. It's pretty hilarious actually.... until the odds are against me. Then it's not all fun and games. If I lose twenty dollars, I'm in remorse for the rest of the day. Everywhere I look I am constantly reminded of the money I lost.

That Starbucks coffee? Now costs me 25 dollars.

That Topshop blouse? Forget about it, go home.

This is seriously how my mind works. Sometimes I wish I could be more carefree and risky, but then again, living life far from the edge is just a lot more comfortable.

Overall, this trip was a ton of fun, and I got to end it off by meeting some amazing new friends on my flight home. They were so kind to even lend me their barf bags after I used mine up.

Just truly great people.

I really think we'll keep in touch!