What Happens in Vegas… I Still Think About Every Damn Day
went to Vegas for a girls’ weekend — nothing wild, just four of us from college reuniting for some poolside drinks, spa days, and a little nostalgia. I’m 34, divorced, and not really the type to “go wild” anymore. At least, that’s what I told myself before we landed. By our second night, we were all buzzed off overpriced cocktails at some rooftop bar at the Cosmo. One of my friends dared me to go flirt with this guy standing…
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