This is my sister is Vegas:
This is my sister (and Brandi) after a night out in Vegas: (we were still in Cesar's Palace when this was taken)
Our annual girl's trip was last weekend. We had a blast. And what happens in Vegas, really does stay there. Here are some highlights. (Sorry if you don't understand it all, but there are tons of inside jokes.)"Blanket likes cheese."
"It just gets poky."
All the "nan" talk.
Time travel in the Grocery Store.
The porn house.
The shoe chair.
Sleeping in the streets of Chicago.
The puking spot at the gym.
Making (or burning) cookies at 3 am.
There are many more great memories. Although what is it about Vegas that makes the freaks come out? I thought we all looked pretty cute dressed up, but SLUTTY seems to be more appropriate in Vegas. So do fake boobs, peroxide hair, dresses that are better worn as shirts, and sequin shirts (especially on guys). And why do married guys think it is OK to hit on married girls? Just because we are both married doesn't make it OK. Oh well. I still had fun.
***Due to popular demand, I need to add some quotes and moments that were forgotten.
-"Where'd you get that panis?"
-"This $20 is for you to buy diapers for your baby."
-Brandi's 1 minute challenge.
-Singing hymns in the car. (He can sit on a tack.)
2 comments:
Don't forget a couple of my other favorites: singing hymns in the mini-van and Brandi's one minute theory.
OMG, I am soooo embarrassed.
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