Bachelorette Party

No I wasn't invited.

But that doesn't mean I don't have pictures. C'mon you people! You know me. Can't pass up an opportunity to have someone else hanging around with a camera to snap up those golden photo ops!

The Reno girls flew to Las Vegas--VEGAS, BABY! for the bachelorette party and to have the whole female bridal party together for the first time.

Here they are, at the nightclub Pure complete with bodyguard for the evening.

McKenna, Shaina, Lindsey, Ashley, Erin, and Meredith...TA DA!

But, let me back up here for a moment. After arriving in Vegas and all meeting up, the ladies decided that what they had brought to wear for the evening wasn't quite 'slutty' enough. I have those in quotes because that's how it was told to me! So, that afternoon off they went for a round of shopping to purchase short dresses. Ok, some of them purchased dresses, some of them purchased blouses that they wore as dresses. Get the picture? On with the story.



Here they are with their bodyguard, Bubba. Or Spike. Or The Terminator. I forget.









They danced and drank and discovered little alleyways between the booths to be used in case anyone, oh, I don't know, got sick? Did anyone drink that much?

Did this picture look blurry to you? Me, too. hmm...

* The consumption of alchohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
* The consumption of alchohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.
* The consumption of alchohol may cause you to think you can sing.
* The consumption of alchohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at four in the morning.
* The consumption of alchohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting. * The consumption of alchohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.

And there was some story about stumbling back into the hotel room and tripping/falling over an imaginary elephant? No, rock? No, chair? No, piece of lint? yes....all the while trying to be quiet and not wake up the other party goers. And did those who fell all of a sudden get the munchies? For pancakes? At 4am? And then pass out and not hear roomservice? I'll never tell.





But for some, time to go home was a good thing....

at the McCarran Airport

[never underestimate a determined scrapbooker to get the best photos!]