Before long I heard the infamous suggestion that always comes once the pre-drinking has started. “Let’s go down to the casino and play a little bit before dinner!”
It was a smart move because I could sense that these ladies were in for a lucky night. The blonde looked like a poker fan, the brunette a roulette gal, the redhead a blackjack player, and the bride… well, she seemed like she’d be cashing in at the slot machines.
Selfishly, my favorite part of the night is selfie time. It’s not a true bachelorette party without a mirror selfie (or two…or ten), and I have way better lighting than those casino mirrors. I wonder if they ended up going with the puppy dog filter or nerd glasses…
The photos were taken, filtered and uploaded in a blink of an eye. The room was getting louder with screaming laughter, and that’s when I sensed it was time for the party to venture out of the sanctuary of the suite and into the dazzling Vegas night.
“Wait, I have an idea,” the blonde squeaked right as they were about to walk out the door.
She ran over to the phone by the bed.
“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment for four Eco-Beauty facials and four Sahra stone massages for tomorrow. Late morning, please.”