not exactly girls weekend out because my dear friends kimi and kica* brought their respective s.o.s (significant others). but kica's boyfriend did declare that he will never go out with the three of us again. what? (innocent inflection) what do you mean? (kica eyelashes)
they say, when it rains it pours, so at "rain," we poured drink after shot after martini after shot after sex on the beach? got proper unsober and danced the night away. rain at the palms is "the spot where everyone goes" (because everyone watches mtv's real world las vegas). i had to warm up to it (or get drunk to enjoy it), but i must say, i loved dancing under the bubbles and getting wet.
NEXT TIME?
agenda for vegas fiasco, i mean, trip:
(1) gorge ourselves on a gluttonous buffet for $12,
(2) head to gameworks wearing backless shirt and get $10 tattoos airbrushed,
(3) then drop $10 to scurry up the 75 foot indoor rock-climbing wall,
(4) then go out to a club until 5a,
(5) an afterhours until 7-9a,
(6) then pass out at hotel.
(7) sleep until it's time to go again.
if you're game, you know where to find me. (stine, you better be there!)
