I just got ran over by a truck with vegas plates

Or at least I feel like I did. I got back from my vegas trip sunday afternoon for my coworker's bachelor party. Oh man, did we do alot of damage that weekend. I met up with a couple of friends and their kids in vegas for dinner on friday. It was good seeing them again.

The other group in my party went to dinner at Emeril's. A couple of them ordered this 10 course meal where each serving was tiny, and had a story attached to it. The waiter would lean down, and explain what was on the plate and how it was cooked. One of my coworkers, who's real chatty by nature, had quite a few drinks, and was completely on all weekend. Through out dinner, he'd say "BAM!" (Emeril) and then later "Monorail!" (Simpsons) when we were on the tram. That pretty much continued the entire weekend.

I played craps and blackjack, and pretty much lost my shirt that night.I think I spent about $300 that night and lost it all by the end. The next day the bachelor arrived, I lost my shirt again when we played poker at the poker area with each other. We then ate at the steak house in Luxor, and ran up a bill higher than some people's mortgage. They ordered a couple of really expensive wines, and our group was 11 people. Still that's some ridiculous amount of money.



The rest of the night I can't really talk about, but I already reached the maximum amount of my atm withdrawl limit, and had to borrow more money from my coworkers.

I came home with a hangover, slept early, and woke up this morning like I got ran over by a dump truck, with vegas plates imprinted on my forehead.

One of my coworkers didn't make it in to work today. The rest of the group speculated he forgot to wipe the glitter off his face when he went home, and his wife is now disposing of the bloody rags.