Everyone told me that once I moved to Vegas, I wouldn’t have to miss my friends from NYC – because they would always be visiting. Being as that almost no one came to see me when I lived in Florida (i know, it was the suburbs) I was dubious.

I was wrong.

Since moving here, I have had zero weekends without someone in town – and I absolutely love it. Aside from the planned visits, a couple of surprise guests always end up in town every couple of days too. Literally, never a dull moment. This IS Vegas after all.

My first weekend here, I went out for my good friend Melissa’s bachelorette party. I didn’t even have my apartment yet but we raged nonetheless, first at Marquee Day Club and then an amazing night at 1 OAK.

Weekend two, my college friend Josh was here. He’s been a really good friend for a long time so it was so great having him here, especially after my first official week away from my hometown. Even though I had to work a lot, we at least got to spend some QT at the Cosmo pool and watched games at Holstein’s. Perfection.

The following weekend I flew to NYC to get the dogs and go to Melissa’s wedding, but that was even more non-stop than any weekend in Vegas. I was actually happy to get back here, just so I could slow things down…

Weekend #3 in Sin City, I had no one lined up to fly in – until my friend Tim, who I worked with for many years at both In Touch and Star, decided to come to town. And he brought two fun friends with him. As always, never a dull moment – we hit Yellowtail and Bank, Stack and 1 OAK – and it was so nice seeing my LA-based buddy again!

OK I lied – the next 7 days, there was no one here from out of state. Until one of my best friends, Victoria, showed up on Sunday with the most epic group of people from NYC to celebrate their friend Brian’s birthday. It was unbelievable. The week included: a 4 hour dinner at Robuchon (more on this unforgettable experience later), tables at 1OAK and Lavo, another ridiculous meal at Twist, the opening of The Act (AKA the Vegas version of The Box) and even my first stop at the Spearmint Rhino…all while making it to work by 9 am the next morning. Fine, 9:30. After four insane days and nights, the group left town and while I was sad to see them go, I was finally excited to sleep. I passed out at 9 pm last night, following another perfect dinner at Yellowtail with Abby and the Vegas Magazine crew. Is it possible to subsist solely on the Big Eye Tuna pizza? Damn you, mercury poisoning.

Of course, I got a call today from my dear friend Ryan who decided to fly in on Sunday for a few days. And when he leaves, my BFF from high school, Jon, shows up for the weekend so we can see the Eddie Vedder concert on Thursday at The Palms. Naturally, I have 3 events in between. Obviously.

Sleep? Not anytime soon. These days, seeing all of my nearest and dearest in my new town is what keeps me going…