Case of the Mondays?
I knew that a bachelorette party trip to Vegas could possibly end in disaster, but I had absolutely no idea how much could happen in 36 hours. Drove out early Saturday morning with Friend #1, hit a little traffic - but not too much - got to the room to meet up with Friends # 2 & 3, who were already there, about noonish. Made myself a nice mixture of vodka and cran and headed to the Forum shops with Friends #1, 4 & 5 after 3 cocktails. Bought some new jeans, went back to the room to get ready. 6 girls getting ready in one room is a lot, so Friend #4 went back to her room and the rest of us stayed...decorated some plastic cups with jewels and feathers, drank some almond champagne, showered, changed clothes. The bride-to-be wasn't happy with her clothes. She wanted to look prettier. Tears. She apologized for being silly. Nothing silly about it, I said. Fixed her hair and make-up. Everyone's happy. Go to dinner at Social House in Treasure Island, meet some New Yorkers while...