Dear Vegas,

I give in.  Three nights is all I can handle before I lose my ability to think and speak in complete sentences.  Seriously, by the last day in Vegas, I felt like I was wandering around in circles.

We slept in that day, and basically hung out in our fabulous room. MG2 and A3 spent the day shopping, so that was wonderful.

That night, we went to Coyote Ugly's for happy hour.  There, A1 and A2 got involved in a flip cup competition. MG2 and I hung back.  But the other girls on their team SUCKED.  Who sucks at flip cup?  Seriously.  It was there that I paid 8 bucks for two drinks. The first and last money I spent on alcohol in Vegas (except for the pint of rum I used to pregame with).  Under ten bucks for five days. Not bad, not bad at all.  I was super nice to MG2 on this little excursion despite her once again being completely obnoxious with the eye rolling.

When we got back to the hotel, the other girls were going to see Peepshow with Holly Madison from the Girls Next Door.  While, I'm a fan, I'm not a fan of paying a lot of money to see boobs. I have my own.  I can see them every single day for free.

Once they got back from the show, MG2 thankfully went to bed like the Debbie Downer she is.  A1, A2 and I left for the clubs.  I had somehow deleted the text that had us on the list for PURE (did I mention how hungover I was at this point) so we went to JET where A2 had us on the list.  It was a little ghetto for my taste, we had to wait in line, and we couldn't get a bartender's attention.  The final straw was going to the bathroom and seeing the floor littered with cocaine.  Not my scene, y'all.

So we ditched the club and went to the Casino.  A2 wanted to gamble some, while A1 and I scoped out the talent.  The talent was lacking, but we did spot a cute guy next to TWO empty chairs at penny slots. Winning!  And then A2 walks over and says "Hey Trey" and he says "Hey A2".  And that's how you know its time to leave Vegas.

When you are about to hit on a guy who lives in your hometown.  Who works everyday with one of your best friends.  Who would totally ruin the what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas mantra.

So, we just went home and went to bed.  And spent the next morning trying not to puke on our flights home.

-W