BS Friday

A random story for today-

My best friend in college got married in Las Vegas on September 8, 2001. I don't know why, but some days I just decided I'm going to get hammered, and then proceed to do so. It doesn't happen very often because I think about what happened the night before, but this weekend was one of those days. My boyfriend at the time and I flew into Las Vegas on the 7th. We got there about 7pm, found our hotel, and met up with my college friends. We were at the Luxor, and we were sitting near the stage where the men sing and the ladies dance (like in the movies). Since there was a group of us, we were all buying each other drinks/shots, carrying on like normal. It was such a nice time. I missed all of my college friends and it was great to catch up. It started getting late, and since we weren't staying at the Luxor like everyone else is, my boyfriend and I decided we would head back towards our hotel. We were staying at the Tropicana, which isn't on the main strip, but behind it. I don't really know where it was. I just booked a room, honestly. Anyway, so as we're walking in the general direction of the hotel, we decide that we're going to do a Las Vegas casino crawl. Go into each bar, and get a drink or a shot and keep moving. This started out as fun. Probably by the time we got to the third bar, I was out of control. I was talking to everyone, stumbling around, and my boyfriend wasn't helping me at all. I know I'm drunk when I'm talking to ladies in the bathroom about nonsense. I hate bathroom talk, but my mouth has no control when I'm wasted. We made it to the next bar, and I don't even know what happened to him. Maybe he went to the bathroom, maybe he left me. I don't really know. All I know is that I kept telling the people I was sitting with that I needed to get to the Tropicana while consuming more and more drinks. Somehow I got to the Tropicana and made it to the room. The bf wasn't there. I know you guys don't know him, obviously, but he was a big drinker/partier guy, so I'm sure this night was just a regular night for him. Next thing I know, it's morning, and time for my friend's wedding. The wedding was nice. I could've definitely done without Elvis playing his guitar and everyone screaming 'Viva Las Vegas'. That night, the bride and groom had a small reception in their hotel suite, and then I had to get back to bed. So...I guess it was a fun time being in Las Vegas, but I think I wasted my visit by getting so drunk on the first night. The End.

This is an aside-
Oh, so one set of friends went to California after the wedding, and the newlyweds went to London. Of course, the terrorist attack was three days later, and we found out that everyone was ok. My friends in California were thinking fast. They ended up renting a car on the afternoon of Sept. 11, and drove back to the east coast. They were lucky. When they got back, they said that they would never drive cross country with each other again. hee hee.