Meant to Be

This weekend, I met Brittany and Erin, two of my Fat Tuesday girlfriends, in Las Vegas for a mini reunion. We had tons of fun exploring all of the hotels, seeing Cirque du Soleil, eating our weight in ice cream and cake, and playing penny slots.

The GIANT sundae that Britt and I split. Shamefully, we ate less than half of it. If only you could get ice cream to go . . .

Me and Erin playing the part of cute couple

It was so great to spend time with these girls. Our similarities really came out this weekend. To name a few:

• Our religious application of sunscreen in the land of extreme tans
• Our excitement over the Titanic exhibit at the Luxor
• Our inability to stay out past midnight
• Our belief that no meal is complete without dessert
• Our disdain for facebook oversharing
• Our function over fashion approach to shoes. No traipsing around in 6-inch heels for these girls!
• Our baby faces. We were asked by many club promoters if we were over 21. Yes - the reason we won't be going to your club is not because we're too young but because we prefer to go back to our hotel room and play Skip-Bo. 

We were destined to be friends.