This is not the only strange and seemingly undesirable item on my Bucket List. I would also like to get in a bar fight (either start one, finish one, or be the cause of one), get shot (of course non-lethally or serious damage-y, maybe in the lovehandle. I heard it saved a woman's life, getting shot in her lovehandle), get arrested for something also non-threatening (like maybe getting in a bar fight, or picking a California state protected golden poppy), steal something not valuable (and maybe get arrested for it, though come to think of it, I was accessory to the theft of a star from the Christmas tree outside the town hall in Sydney, Australia, so maybe I can cross that one off the list), nearly drown but get saved at the last minute by some ridiculously good-looking lifeguard (again, with no lasting damage), meet the Pope, and watch at least the entire first season of Doogie Howser, M.D. (the whole series if I take a shine to it). I know my concessions and qualifications to this list water down the badass factor, but I'd rather not die, be maimed, get shived, rot in jail, have my soul saved, or commit to the entire series of Doogie if it for some reason turns out to suck.
Anyway, I can't wait until I can finally go to Vegas and meet my speedo-clad soulmate. I haven't been since I was fifteen, attending a legitimate wedding that wasn't my own, and couldn't even go to the bachelorette party because I was too young. Now I'm fully legal and can paint the town my own special shade of magenta.