So what happens when 13 good-looking ladies decide to spend the weekend in Las Vegas? Well, I’d love to tell you every little detail, but you know what they say: “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” I will let you all know, however, that to celebrate Joellee’s last few weeks of freedom before the wedding bells chime, we pulled all the stops; played some pretty Rated-R bachelorette games, saw some, ahem, fine Australian "works of art," and traipsed around Sin City lookin’ good in our red-hot gear - all under alcoholic influence. Who could ask for more?
Calm before the Thundery Storm...
It didn’t matter that when the first batch of us checked into our hotel suite (three huge adjoining rooms!), there were stains on the bed sheets, a partially-eaten bread-roll under the lounge chair and crumbs galore under the couch. That was the worst of our wonderful weekend (in addition to the Pope’s death. I think we watched CNN for almost 12 hours these last 3 days).
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