Vegas!

For Christmas I made everyone commit to a Las Vegas bachelorette party. Bridezilla who? My crazy bridesmaid started it. And by gosh, I’ll finish it if it kills me. The thought of staying up until 6am and having flashing lights in my face everywhere I look isn’t too appealing, but I do enjoy lying poolside, free drinks, and my friends. And getting to say I’m going to Vegas for my bachelorette party isn’t too shabby.

I’ve never been to Vegas, and I am 100% sure I will never go again. This is my one chance, and boy is it a good one. The big decision is now whether to go to Chippendale’s or “The Thundah from Down Undah” and I am not even kidding you that is what it is called. Translation: do you want to see naked Americans or Australians? If they have any speaking parts I want the accent, but otherwise you betchya I don’t care.
If you have any tips on how a small-town New England girl can survive in Las Vegas let me know.