I’ve got this Vegas thing down to a science. Believe it or not, I’m a minimalist and can fit everything I need into one conveniently sized leopard print carry-on suitcase. Not too obvious, huh? At least I refuse to wear the off-duty stripper uniform, the hot pink velour tracksuit, while traveling. I actually have fun dressing up in my “professional businesswoman” clothes, putting my hair in a bun, wearing my reading glasses, and flipping open my laptop to CNBC while at the airport.
