Which brings me to the surprise proposal of my bestfriend's boyfriend (an ex coworker that I introduced her to). Great couple, odd in the beginning, but they turned out to be perfect for each other. I was so happy! But at the same time, why am I jealous? I cried to the point that my mother had to console me---this never happens. It was ridiculous! Why would I be jealous of my own bestfriend's engagement? Oh hush, you bitter bitch.

I guess it just came to me as if I'm going to lose her forever. No more clubbing, no more random roadtrips to Cali, no more late night ice cream runs. She's starting a whole new life with the man that she loves and while I will miss her, she will be enjoying it thoroughly---making babies and all that yucky stuff.

I can't be selfishly unhappy for them. They're amazing people who make an incredible couple! If anything, I should pat myself in the back for my then undiscovered match making skills. I did good, and I couldn't be prouder that he lived up to her expectations---and my build up. ;)

While two of us remain ring-less, we're very excited for the newly engaged. Well I'm still not a big fan of losing friends to budding husbands but I guess I'd trade it for the coveted maid of honor duties.

And the planning begins! 

Ideally, Las Vegas isn't a place where you want to settle in. It's the Sin City or so it's called. But what a lot of people don't realize is that real estate in this city is generously affordable! Let me give you an example: my aunt's one bedroom condo (which is not to mention, unconditionally old) is worth a quarter million dollars. For less than $175k, my parents' first house in North Las Vegas included four bedrooms, four bathrooms, three living rooms, and a giant backyard. That's a mini mansion versus a giant jail cell! Weird isn't it? To think a lot of people would actually want to pay and live in Vegas…but they don't! And to be the smartest, I think I should capitalize on that and start saving up for territory.

Question is, when the time comes, do I really want to raise kids here? Gamblers are everywhere. Not to judge (well, ok, I am…) but slot machines are everywhere. And by that I'm telling you---walmart, convenient stores, 7 elevens---they are everywhere. Drinking is tolerated leniently (overage of course, but if McLovin can avail a fake ID then my kid sure will), and the parties? Oh my…I'm a veteran. They DO NOT stop. This is dead serious.

I guess that all depends on how my parenting skills will be. Granted that I will spoil the shit out of my kid, I know I will be the perfect balance of cool mom and nazi. I've seen it when I taught preschool for a few years. But then again, those are kids younger than 5. If my teenage kid comes out of the room dressed like Miley Cyrus, I may just have a heart attack. Or if life's that good, I hope my husband-to-be is strict enough to control a wild Vegas teenager. Or two.

But I digress…here I am hatching eggs when all I really need to worry about is MYSELF. Right now. Short term goals to begin with. Figure out what this career path has to offer me, and if it's not what I need in life, I have to change it. Move on with something bigger and better. Save money and acquire myself a house and a new car. Stay in Las Vegas where all this is possible and get California out of my mind...