I didn’t have the balls to take my camera to Vegas a few weekends ago (since we’d be spending most of our time in a drunken stupor next to a pool), but I did manage to steal a few of the photos from some friends. Most of the shots were on one of the memory cards that was lost sometime between the drunken stupor on Saturday and the drunken stupor on Sunday. So I’m telling the story the best I can with the photos we have left.
A huge group of people went giving the impression that I’m a popular person with lots of friends. This is not the case. My brother is a popular person with lots of friends and I’m a professional tag along 😉
We drank fruity alcoholic concoctions by the pool and in the pool and around the pool.
There was some PDA action in the club most likely induced by the consumption of $22 cocktails.
We reunited with old friends, bonded with new friends and then found a place to sit because my feet hurt.
Vegas is fun and the people we went with are coolio, but that much “partying” nearly killed me. After all, I’m not a young girl of 27 anymore.