Vegas baby, Vegas

I know I know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas but I had to get a little confession off my chest. It’s been keeping me up at night and I figure what better way to come clean than to confess to the whole cyber world. (Or all three of my readers. Same difference.)

Thursday night the girls took the bride out for a lovely sushi dinner where I had my very first (and second) Long Island Ice Tea. Yum! We then headed over to Shadow Bar for some bottle service and extreme booty shaking. By this point the bride was tossed and I was well on my way. We hit yet another bar before the girls decided (at 4am) that they’d had enough and it was time to get some shut-eye.

We should have done the same.

The bride and I thought it would be much more fun to pop a bottle of champagne and take a bubble bath. Together.

Before you could say EVERY AMERICAN JOCK’S WET DREAM, (hi Mom!!!) were naked in the tub with the jets on, pouring a mini bottle of shampoo under the running water.

Side note: Can you believe in a hotel that costs $350 a night they don’t provide bubble bath??? Why have a Jacuzzi tub and no bubble bath! Who uses the shoe polish??? I mean, come on now!

Ok, back to the story.

We finished a bottle of Veuve Clicquot while blabbering and professing our love for one another. Not in a perverted way, but in a I’ve had 10 drinks and there’s no one I’d rather be with than you right here in this tub and I’m so happy we met and are friends and our husbands are friends and HICCUP I think you’re so pretty and we should go to Europe together!!!!!

Then we opened another bottle of champagne and that’s when things took a turn.

Cut to 7:30 am where the bride and I are on the bathroom floor, blasting Nirvana and doing the unspeakable. Yes mom, it’s true. I have truly let you down and disregarded the one rule you begged me never to break. I lasted almost thirty-one years, and I blame it on the two Long Hangover Iced Teas. Our necks weren’t sore from dancing at the club as I had led you to believe. I’m sorry I lied.

The truth is, on that bathroom floor, in the still of the night (morning) we were in fact, playing air-guitar. Well, technically I was on air-guitar and the bride was on air-drums. And you know what? It was A LOT of fun. It felt so good to be so bad.

Let the self-flagellation commence.