Everything in the Flamingo was Pink! Heaven in a hotel.
Trouble. At least there's water, right?
Me and the boys at Tryst.
So we partied all night into the wee hours of the morning.
Friday John and I woke up around 11 ordered room service brunch (can we all talk about how amazing brunch is?) and went down to the pool.
Not mad at it.
The pool at the Flamingo was the most fun.
John and I came up with a plan to get fake engaged, have bachelor and bachelorette parties in Vegas then magically "call the wedding off" the next day, all so we could have parties at this pool.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
Everyday at 2:30 sharp they held a booty shaking contest on a stage smack dab in the middle of the pool. And ya'll, some of these girls should NOT have been shaking what there momma gave them, if you know what I'm saying.
It was hilarious and I wished I was coherent enough to think to record it because it would have brought laughs for days and days.
Anyway, we spent allllllll day at the pool.
We had plans with Brad, Lane, and Brad's uncle to eat dinner at Del Frisco's.
Did we spend way too much time in the sun and drink way too many beers?
Did we stumble our way up to the room and pass out?
Did we have 20 missed calls because we missed dinner?
You see, there was a little Mexican cantina bar attached to the pool.
This place was our kryptonite.
Fun bar stools... I swear I'm tanner than this picture indicates.
Best bar tenders who decided to give me tattoos with a bal point pen all over my body... only in Vegas.
Me and boo not remembering the most fun day of our lives.
So there are days one and two, a million drinks in, eaten one meal.
Welcome to Vegas.