One Little Hen in Sin City

So I just got back from a lonnnng weekend in Las Vegas for a friend's bachelorette party. What good times.

The following paragraphs will contain an in-depth minute by minute recount of all the juicy escapades of 7 girls let loose in the adult's version of Disneyland.

Our story starts with an early flight to Las Vegas.......

.....And here our story ends. Haven't you heard? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!

While I can't say what did happen, I can unequivocally say that the following definitely did not happen during the course of our 4 nights in Vegas: * Nobody lost a phone and license in the back of a cab, not from drunkeness, but from sheer exhaustion after a 40 hour bender. Yep, that definitely didn't happen. * Two in our midsts definitely do not have what it takes to become professional strippers if their current career paths don't work out. And they definitely won't go by the pseudonym's Raynbow$ & KiKi. * Nobody passed out drunk at the table of an Italian restaurant, only waking to throw up perfectly on a plate in front of them. Again - this definitely didn't happen. * A song entitled "So Nice, So Good" was not composed and sung by the songbird of our generation. This same little songbird did not injure themselves by falling over a bench in a restaurant while lunging in for a selfie, demonstrating a severe case of FOMO.

While everybody had an amazing time in 'Nebraska', and it was amazing to laugh and be with good friends, I found myself on multiple occassions declaring to myself 'I'm too old for this shit'. Las Vegas is not for the faint of heart nor drinking stamina, and my Brazilian friends know far better than I, both how to party and how to backup. It was with this Grandma-like mentality that I felt a sense of relief as the tires went up and my plane banked, leaving the blinding lights of Vegas behind us.

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