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 we're waiting to sit down. Friend #1 likes one of them but we say good-bye and sit down. Eat a nice dinner (ya right, mostly cocktails), run into a group of guys from Florida that the girls hung with on Friday night (before we got there). They are a bunch of high-rollers with $ to blow on 6 hot chicks. Nice enough though. Off to a super lame club (it's called Tangerine and don't bother to go there. The DJ sucked, the people were lame and it was WAY overpriced and crowded) for a drink and then to Pure in Caesar's to hook up with the Floridians. Spent an hour waiting to get in, then one of the guys came out and paid off a bouncer to get us in. Went VIP style with a table in private area. That was COOL! The guys were nice - All the vodka crans I could drink, and I drank a lot of them. Left Pure, went to an after-hours club, Empire I think, with the same peeps. Lost Friends #4 & 5 on the way. More VIP, more vodka crans. #1 threw up in her hands, party's over. Back to the room. One of the boys walks us up to make sure we are ok. Comes in for a minute. Says good-bye. Pass out on the couch in my clothes at 6:00am. Wake up at 11, shower, pack up and hit the long road home. Stop at Bob's Big Boy in Baker for some much needed food. So hung over, I think I might still be drunk. Not shocked. #4 drove for me, she's so sweet! #1 gets text message that recent break-up is for real, all the stuff moved out and she has to go back to an empty apartment. Ouch. More tears, this time me too. Pull over 3 times for #1 to puke, once in a sandstorm and get pelted by grains of sand. Could she be any more cliche'? Throwing up on the road home from Vegas...nice. Home around 6ish. Tried to watch Academy Awards, but didn't happen. Sleep. I hate Mondays even more today.

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Unknown said…
What about the dancing jockey?
3/01/2007 10:19 PM
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