went to Vegas this past summer to celebrate my boy's birthday. His dad treated several of us to Vegas for a weekend and it was an incredible weekend. Hit up the Rhino and played with some ladies..........
Next day, wake up, bum around the pool, play some cards, grub, play some cards, lose money, lose money, lose money, free dinner......
After bumming around the hotel all day, my friends and I lost track of time and ended up running late for dinner with his father. at 6:03, in a mad rush, I throw on the same button down in a hustle to make it at 6:15, we were also staying on a complete different end of the strip....(5 twenty one yr olds with a suite by themselves can get into a bit).
I walked across the entire floor of the Wynn and into the steakhouse with a lipstick stain on my collar and stripper juice stained around my top 4 buttons. I thought for a minute that it wouldn't be a big deal, seeing as the father was there the previous night..however, he remembered to change shirts....