For Barb’s stagette, 19 gorgeous and glamorous girls invaded Vegas! In a word: OMG.

We stayed at the Planet Hollywood, smack dab in the middle of the strip. And spent our days sunning, shopping, and stuffing our faces with Earl of Sandwich. Sadly I spent most of my time battling a mosterous flu - but the beauty of being sick in Vegas is that most people are far more sweaty and delirious than you anyway.

And so, I popped a few dayquils, put on my pumps, and was determined to see the city! Everything seemed bigger in Vegas - so we followed suit. I swear I’ve never used so much hairspray or eyeshadow in my life. I fit right in!

The first day we got ourselves acquainted with the city - doing the requisite hotel lobby tour and attempting to find 99 cent meals. The next few days were spent in a flu medicine and trans fat induced daze for some, Grey Goose for others.

I vaguely remember putting on pink bunny ears and a sequined bow tie and eating at a place called Pink Taco. We rode in a lot of limos. I saw a lot of glitter and lights and pink playdough. I ate my bodyweight in hotel casino sandwiches. I shopped in a mall until midnight. Most importantly, the bride-to-be got a new pair of Louboutins and made it home in tip top shape!