You’ve all heard the saying, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” right? Simple. Catchy. *Logical* if one puts a millisecond of thought into it.
In the week that led up to our trip to Las Vegas, nearly every person I spoke to attempted to say that phrase to me, nearly always accompanied by wiggled eyebrows, naughty laughter and, occasionally, finger guns. That part doesn’t bother me. It’s to be expected, really. And, frankly, if my coworkers and acquaintances get a little thrill out of the idea that I would do something in Vegas so scandalous it would need to “stay” there, who am I to prove them wrong?
But sweet Jesus, people. It’s a seven word phrase. Can you at least say it correctly?
“What stays in Vegas, happens in Vegas.”
“What happens in Vegas, happens in Vegas.”
“What’s in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
“What happens in Vegas is a secret!”
You get the point. *sigh* God love the human race.
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