There is no other way to sum up this weekend other than:
It freakin’ ROCKED!
Ahem. Maybe you didn’t hear me. This happened:
You say you don’t know who that is? Why that’s Mr. Doug E. Fresh (and he smells SO good!) of rapping FAME and the majority of the bloggers present in Las Vegas this weekend temporarily lost our super composed minds. There’s something about seeing someone that you grew up listening to live. As a little girl who was raised Pentecostal, there wasn’t a whole lot that I could listen to, and when I did sneak and listen to secular music (sorry Mor-Mor) it was usually the likes of hip-hop from the day and Michael Jackson, with some Paul Simon thrown in for good measure.
Wait, where was I?
See, I’m so excited that I posted a photo of something that I did on SATURDAY first.
This is mostly going to be a teaser post because as I write this at 1:46 in the morning CST, I am still sitting in the McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas, NV. American Airlines is going to hear SO MUCH from me it’s not funny.
My legs are also sore from all of the dancing that was required with such a phenomenal artist as Doug E. Fresh in the building.
Now, maybe if you give me 6 minutes, I can come back with the full recap.
Photo Credit; Kris Cain (@littletechgirl)