Vegas

So James and I went to Vegas to celebrate a co bachelor/bachelorette party for our good friends Jim and Alexis. We left Eugene at 3am to catch a 7am flight in Portland to Vegas. We landed in Vegas to the mild temperature of 110 degrees and hit the ground running. Guys and girls split up and the girls went to MGM Wet Republic pool where we had a bed and bottle waiting for us. As soon as we arrived, the girls stripped down in their two pieces and I was left all alone in my cute but conservative sundress. The girls (which I would like at this time to point out that none of them have children) could not understand why I would not get into my bathing suit. They obviously have not had two children with excessive weight gain during both pregnancies. They really have no idea what happens to a woman's body after children. Their naivete was somewhat entertaining when they promised that nobody at the pool would notice or judge. I chuckled at that notion seeing as I was already judging everybody around me and who had the best/worst bodies. They ran into the pool unable to convince me and I begin to relax on the bed by the pool. This lasted for about 10 seconds until I figured out that laying out in 110+ degree heat is not very enjoyable. The bed that we had did have a massive umbrella but the host who set it up had the area behind the bed completely shaded so that you could "tan/burn" while laying on the bed. Now (as if not calling enough attention to myself seeing as I am the only person at the whole pool who is not in a swimsuit) I am forced to bend over behind the bed, trying to get my entire body in the shaded area since I am too tall to stand entirely under the umbrella. The day just got too warm and I left for a nap and an air conditioned room.
That evening the girls and I went to Koi at the new Planet Hollywood hotel. We sit down and somebody immediately orders a round of Saki bombs. As I begin to object, I can see the other girls looking at me like "who invited the mom and is she going to be a downer the whole weekend?" and I convinced myself that I was a.) going to take the sake bomb, and b.) not going to throw up after taking the Saki bomb. Lucky for me, the Saki bomb was a success and the night took off from there.
We left dinner and went to Prive, a club at Planet Hollywood, and got table service there. This is key when going to Vegas so that you are not smashed up against other people who are drinking and smoking and "accidentally" spill their red drink down your brand new white shirt, or burn a hole into your arm so that your are permanently branded with a giant circle on your tricep. The music started, I began dancing, and the girls opinions of me soon changed. We had a blast and I had a few pickup lines thrown out my way to help booster my ego. Ironically, men in Vegas do not care when you tell them that you are married. They do however, run like hell, when you tell them that you are a stay at home mom.
The next day, the entire party met up at Tao Beach where we had a cabana and bottle service again. Seeing as I am no longer 22 years old, I apparently can not drink as much as I used to. That morning, morning sickness seemed like a vacation compared to the hell I was going through. No matter, we wanted to make an appearance and participate in our friends events for the weekend so we showed our faces (which no doubt were several shades of green) and went to the pool. The cabana had couches, chairs, air conditioning, flat screen tv, guitar hero, and again, multiple bottles of booze. Well, if University of Arizona taught me anything, it is that drinking always seems to cure a hangover. I began to test this theory, and ended up staying at the pool the entire day (again, in a sun dress).
That evening the parties combined and we went to The Bank at The Bellagio and partied all night there with table/bottle service (see a theme here?). We had a blast and rolled in to our room again at 5am. The next morning was harsh but we all agreed that this was the best weekend ever.