My good friends got married last April in St. Louis. Because it was an out-of-town wedding and I did not like any man in my life enough to commit to spending almost three days straight with him, I chose to go as a party of one. My other friend did the same.
The wedding was a blast. I met people that will surely be lifelong friends and, most likely, be part of the wedding party at my own wedding.
I also exaggerate.
I seriously made some best friends for that night, though, for sure … but have yet to talk to them again.
The wedded couple had set up an area during the reception to take...
I’ve been to Vegas on a multitude of occasions, but actually haven’t been back in many years, as I’m honestly still recovering from the last few trips. I’m the type of person who never wants to go home if there is fun to be had. Las Vegas is a deadly place because day or night, rain or shine, someplace is always open and serving booze.
Several years ago my good friend and I wanted to do a weekend getaway and decided on Vegas. She had never been and was recently single and itching for some trouble. (Itching in the non-pubic lice fashion.)