Those of you that know me (or have been reading) know that I will come up with any excuse to dance.
Even if that takes me to Las Vegas, the land of $$$$$. I won $10 at Wheel of Fortune.
I clearly do not go to Vegas to gamble.
During this trip, my accomplice and I decided that:
1. We are now going to be exclusive to the Hard Rock Hotel.
2. We will always find a bachelor party to crash.
We danced the night away with some awesome silly guys that didn’t mind being goofy with us. It was oh so refreshing (there’s that word again)!
No, there were no crazy stories, just a bitchin’ time.
This picture was taken the morning after, waiting by the valet for my car.
Yep, this about sums it up.