Vegas was.... awesome. I am exhausted which means I took advantage of the debauchery that is VEGAS. A few stories...and the rest have to "stay in Vegas".
Story #1: Several gals are getting ready for the wedding in my hotel room (I provided bloody marys) and a few gals stepped outside of the room into the hall way to smoke a cigarette. Now... you can smoke everywhere in Vegas so who would have thought this was a problem??? Hum. Well the FIRE ALARMS start going off and over the loud speaker "Attention, attention, there is a suspected fire on the 7th floor, the police are investigating." CRAP. All of these tired red-eyed people are pouring out of their rooms into the hallway...as the group of us girls book it down the hall to the wedding. Once we got in the elevator... we erupted with laughter.
Story #2: Cherill's husband sadly learned a lesson that I learned years ago. As we grow and mature, your true group of friends dwindle. You have your core group of real friends now. You know the ones I am talking about...the friends you would walk thru FIRE for. Scot had several friends flake out on him for his wedding and the boys night out...and it was heart breaking for him.
Story #3: Ashlee Simpson was having her 21st birthday party at "Pure" - the dance club in Caesar's Palace. Briana and Gina wanted to go. After some investigation, we found out that the wait in line to get in may be around 2 hours and there was a $25 cover charge. I don't wait in lines.... I don't wait in lines to see C-list celebs.... and I don't pay $25 to get into a club and pay $10 a drink. I just don't. So I went (alone) to the casino next door to our hotel called O'Sheas. I played (and won) at blackjack for 6.5 hours. As I was walking to the casino alone I had this rush of exhilaration "I am alone in Vegas, I am quite self-sufficient." Some might call it stupid...I call it a break-through.
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