After back-to-back shitty weeks at work, I was either dreading or really looking forward to a weekend in Vegas, partying – it had nothing to do with Vegas or the bachelorette party, or the company. Its just that I was tired. Exhausted. Mentally and physically.But Being tired was nothing new, so the fact that I had slept maybe 24 hours in 2 weeks was pretty normal.
Had to wake up early, drive to pick up P, and then to the airport, where we waited forever to board our plane, and then forever to finally leave. The flight itself was, thankfully, very short. The delay in time meant that we arrived at just about the same time as LM (bridesmaid) and D (the bride to be). First comment D made was, “you guys look tired.” Heh. Well, it was true.
We checked into the Venetian where we had booked a suite in a remote part of the hotel. It took 2 elevators and a security guard checkpoint to get to our room (annoying). The room was really nice though. D did a good job talking to the flirty guy at the desk (the one that P was in love with) and so we ended up w/a room w/a pretty good view of the strip.
Since we arrived on Saturday, we really did not have any time to spare. After everyone arrived, ate, settled in, etc, we split up into two groups. Group 1 went to gamble. Group 2 went to buy booze. Guess which group I was in?
We thought that everyone intended to party in our room, so we stocked up on so much liquor. It turned out to be just us 4 girls. LM did a good job of polishing off the Absolut Mandarin pretty much on her own, but that still left 2 large bottles of liquor which we barely tapped into despite the fact that I swear we were always drinking.
Dinner = way too expensive, but still quite tasty. We had to rush through it b/c the pissy limo driver was waiting impatiently for us to show up. D had no idea what was going on that night. I had told her previously that she had to do whatever we wanted her to do, even if she didn’t want to. Like a good sport, she agreed. Oh, if only she knew…
