**sometimes I like to re-post some of my favorite old posts, such as this one. I figured with yet another Vegas stint right around the corner,
it was a good choice. (also, I was feeling too lazy to write a new post)**
blurry photo, but let's face it, so was most of the weekend
me: um, what is all this food doing in our room?
rob: you don't remember? You ordered room service last night.
me: I ordered all of this?! (there were like 4 entrees)
rob: yes Raven, you did. $100 worth of room service and you only ate the fries.
me: oh. oops.
me: Rob, I'm pretty sure this isn't our hotel room.
rob: well then how did we get in here?
me: I have no idea, but this isn't our room. This isn't our stuff.
rob: oh shit someone is sleeping in the bed, hurry go out!
randy: hey Raven, I really love your Target boots.
me: bitch, they are Fergilicious and if you say that to me again, I'm gonna punch you in the face.
me: (when I wake up in the morning) omg Rob what happened to your face?!
rob: what do you mean?
me: go look in the mirror.
rob: holy sh*t I think I'm going to need stitches!
randy: yeah, you should be thankful I didn't have a needle and thread with me or I would have stitched that up myself. I usually carry a set in my pocket.
me: did I wear Spanx last night?
rob: no idea. you wore some fat reducing thing.
me: oh yeah I wore them then.
me: (going through my pictures on my phone) wait, I ate a hot dog last night? omg! we were at a concert last night? Is that Elton John?!
randy: hey Raven, I like your Target boots.
me: eff off. don't you own any shirts with sleeves?
rob: this isn't Las Raven, its Las Vegas. don't kid yourself.
me: ah, how nice! you made me a drink?
rob: that's the drink you carried up from the bar.
me: oh yeah.
randy: hey raven, you have no idea how lucky you are to be here right now and not in jail.
me: what do you mean?
randy: you don't remember?? you tried to take a gun out of a cops holster.
me: what?! shut up. no I didn't.
randy: yes you did. if I wouldn't have reached over and grabbed your hand when I did, you would be sitting in a Las Vegas jail with Buster right now.
me: (so confused) when were we by a cop?
randy: seriously? our cab driver got pulled over last night.
me: (later on that day) omg! I have video on my phone of that cop last night! Apparently I recorded the whole thing!
rob: you recorded the cop? I'm pretty sure that's illegal.
randy: so we have tickets to Nascar tonight...
me: huh? who did you get those from?
randy: seriously? you don't remember Steve from last night?
randy: you only hugged him fifty million times.
rob: hey Raven, do you remember trying to eat with chopsticks last night?
me: take a wild guess.
me: um, what are these marks on me?
randy: I think you got tasered by a cop last night.
brandy: the Toby Keith bar was so fun last night.
me: did I go to the Toby Keith bar?
brandy: no. you passed out at 6 pm.
me: I want to order room service
randy: you know when you order room service at 3 am that you are getting a Van Wilder.
randy: that girl over there said she liked your boots. I told her you got them at Target.
me: I hate you.
Tomorrow I will be recapping the rest of our Vegas vacation along with more pictures, the story of Coco the bouncer and the amazing British-Canadian guy we met in the pool.