Thursday, December 17, 2009

Oh the Shame...

So now that I'm mostly recovered, suffice it to say I think in Vegas I drank more than I ever really should have been allowed.

I'll spare you most of the gory details and instead just give you the highlights:

  • Arrived in Vegas Friday afternoon. Ate at Margaritaville. Took awesome picture with hubby and parrots (if you're my friend on FB you can see it there). Asked if I could slide into the large life sized margarita. Was told if I was faster than security I might be able to do it. I decided not to chance it.

  • Later we met up at PH with a large group of the most fabulous bloggers ever (whom I'd like to link to, but good god I'm lazy) and I proceeded to drink more than I ever really should have. Pictures were taken. None of which can be shown. We then took the party to the redonkulously awesome penthouse suite where the lovely Queen of Spain , who coordinated this whole dang thing in celebration of her own birthday,was staying. I proceeded to drink more , say ridiculous things and then suggested we all go dancing. We got a personal escort in to the posh club where at some point I fell. Yes I know I'm awesome. I don't even know what time that night ended.

  • The next morning was hell but I rallied. The hubby and I gambled a little, shopped a little, ate a little, saw the sights and finally when I could take no more we headed back to our room for a nap.

  • Post nap we headed out to gamble a little more then to the actual birthday bash. Lets see there was, drinking, more drinking, dancing on tables, lots and lots of cleavage/boobies and lord knows what else. I also do not know what time that night ended.

  • Sunday we were up $60 on penny slots and feeling high on life. A little roulette a little lunch and then it was off to the airport...where our flight was delayed. Which is really the suck when you're hungover, missing your kids and just want to be home.

  • Finally made it home at around 11:00 p.m. and crashed hard.

    It was hell on my liver. Hell on my pride.

    But dammit I can't wait to do it again.

    Sornie said...

    A weekend can only be hell on your pride if you wake up in your own vomit. Trust me.

    Chibi Jeebs said...

    I *love* Vegas. LOVE! We stayed at the Flamingo when we went in April, but didn't manage to eat at Margaritaville *cough*damnedpickyman*cough*. I can't WAIT to go again.

    carrie said...

    You can have my liver.

    I'm just glad you had FUN! That's really all that matters, after all.

    kkryno said...

    Vegas, Baby!

    Ann(ie) said...

    That is SOOOO my plan for my 40th!! And I love the parrot pic you have on FB.

    Naarski (the Mrs.) said...

    That weekend sounds fun!

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