The Fourth of July Craig Almost Left Me for George Birge

How a free concert on Fremont Street turned into VIP lanyards, another celebrity crush, and the night Jenny officially became one of us.

There are a lot of things I expected to happen during our Fourth of July weekend in Vegas. I expected chaos because obviously. I expected traffic because everyone and their patriotic uncle decided to descend on Las Vegas for America’s 250th birthday. I expected the boys to argue about something unnecessary, Bestie to get annoyed at least seventeen times, Craig to somehow end up charming a complete stranger, the kids to ask some random question every twelve minutes, and me to spend an unreasonable amount of time staring at my emotional support Sphere from the Tower like it was a glowing orb sent by the founding fathers themselves to soothe my fragile little nervous system.