Some of What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas…Most of What Happens in Vegas can be Found on the Internet

Well, Bachelorette Week has come and gone…and Post Party Depression is in full effect. What a great trip.

Out of the 14 girls who went to Vegas, I’ve known 7 of them for over 20 years and the majority of the remainder for over 10 years. I’m 29, people do the math. SEVEN of these girls I’ve known since KINDERGARTEN. I used to think this was common, you know, still talking to your kindergarten BFF long distance from your college dorm room…but the more non-kindergarten classmates I met in life the more I realized this isn’t the norm. I wonder if, like divorce rates friendship rates have something to do with the age and maturity level you are at when you meet. So, defying the odds, there is a solid group of us who were able to grow and change and evolve without growing apart.

This goes for our newer friends too. Even Emily who is my newest friend is someone that will be around twenty years from now when I write a similar post (except by then I'll just have to think about the post and it will then automatically be typed out for me) about my 50th Birthday Bash with all my girlfriends in Vegas.

Alright, on to the good stuff…which I am *slightly* ashamed to say is actually really PG rated. Boo us.

We stayed at the South Pointe Hotel and Casino which is a few miles outside the strip. This place is awesome. The room rates are incredibly priced, all drinks are just $2 until 10 PM, mimosas are just $1 before noon and there is an $8 shuttle ride to the strip to get your fix. Honorable mentions include an onsite bowling alley, a dirt cheap late night menu at the diner, a spa, and a gorgeous pool area. I would say the only downside (besides the obvious of being off the strip) is that the staff is a little less than stellar. But with $150 two bedroom suites, my guess is they’re not exactly contributing to their 401K.  

The alcohol tolerance level and stamina of this group of girls is insane. I was the first to go home on Saturday night so that should say something…Here is a photo diary of how "crazy" we were…

Quick stop at Lee's Liquor for a $250 splurge on the weekend's hooch.



Good thing we bought all that champagne...cause we were in the hotel room five minutes before Mel's brother-in-law sent us three bottles.




We carbed up on some pizza (and Maker's Mark) before we headed out.



Oh and we can't forget to take a shot from the Penis Glass




This is the face you make when you chase whiskey with champagne



We spent that night bowling...I swear, we did. I don't mean "bowling", I mean throwing 10 pound balls at pins.



Ok maybe we found ourselves starting an impromptu limbo line at the hotel's 80's club...



Before we went out for our designated "fancy" night, the ladies bestowed upon us the infamous, Scrapbook. A tradition amongst my girlfriends.



Dude, I thought I had a sexy dress for the night. No. What I had was severe Dress Envy. Melanie's dress was MADE for her. I think someone sewed it onto her body actually...true story. Also, where the hell is the tan I paid for?



Another FC girls tradition...Nicole made us put in our right foot though and my left foot is my favorite foot so I was kinda pissed (undoubtedly sparked by aforementioned dress envy).



Yes, we took a Hummer. Yes, we made lot's of Hummer jokes...no we didn't ever anticipate that our Hummer would blow it's load en route leaving us stranded (and some of us peeing) on the side of the I-15.



Not to worry! Road sodas and free Bud Lights kept us real entertained...



With said Road Sodas and BLs, come funny photos...and a reaaaal laid back Sarah H.



Even in a vodka cran haze, I still attempt to get all Artsy with my photography.



I'm not exactly sure what is going on here, but if I had to guess, Nicole is getting a better look at the 15 year olds who came to "fix" the fan belt. Where else but in Vegas do mechanics wear gold chains and True Religions?



After our fabulous dinner (where we were treated to more champagne from friends who couldn't join us and where we got drunk enough to take racy photos in the ladies room for sending to our significant others) we stopped to make an Elvis impression. It's Vegas, you have to.

Looks like the real fun happened after I wussed out. I have no idea who the random people are but it looks like they are having a blast with all my friends...



Again, not sure what's going on but aside from Steph's "doggystyle" face, I would say some sort of Pagan practice?



A big thank you to my bestest friends and the bestest Maid of Honor ever for holding my hand as I exit the world of Loose Slots and prepare to enter into domestic bliss. I love you guys.