So my husband is embarking on a four day, three night trip to Las Vegas with about 10 other guys for our friend Catprick's bachelor party.
My mother says "No comment" when I tell her this. That's what she says when she really has an earful of advice for you but she's being polite and not telling you that your husband should not be going to Las Vegas for three nights for a bachelor party.
My bachelorette party was in Las Vegas. But the thing about girls is .... well I don't know what it is about girls, but they are less inclined to go party in Vegas with their girlfriends than the men are, so there were only a few of us. I hear of very few bachelorette parties in Vegas, but it seems that every single one of my husband's friends has a bachelor party in Vegas or the poor man's Vegas -- Reno.
Your typical Vegas bachelor party trip will last two nights, and what I know about what happens on these trips is that I don't want to know what happens. I trust my husband implicitly, but that being said:
Oh, Catprick. If it weren't almost completely because of your ridiculously motivating speech in January that basically changed my life, I might be angry.
Guess what I watched two-thirds of the other day but then gave up because how long can a movie about a showgirl last?
Showgirls, starring Saved by the Bell's Elizabeth Berkley. Did you know she goes full monty in that? I bet my husband and all of his buddies have seen it.
Does anyone know how Showgirls ends?
Showgirls sure made me feel good about my husband going to Vegas for four days. And now I'm going to go eat ice cream.