My life consisted of perfect structure.
A job I loved-Check.
An apartment I adored-Double Check.
Friends who tried to get me to take a walk on the wild side-Triple Check.
When my best friend announced her destination bachelorette party, I knew I was in trouble. I could handle just about anything she threw my way.
I knew there was no way I could handle the city that never slept.
And boy was I right.
One night of planned fun turned into the night that would upend the perfectly structured life I’d built.
What could possibly go wrong when you mix gambling, shots of whiskey, and a giving your engaged friend an example of how a wedding should go?
What happened in Vegas didn’t stay there. He came home right along with me.