The golden rule applies: what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, so unfortunately I won’t be able to provide full disclosure. But I will give you some highlights.

The story of my trip to Vegas, as the only single girl at a bachelorette party with six high school friends, includes but is not limited to the following: free covers, reunions, topless pools, frozen grapes, free champagne, free VIP tables, free bottles of liquor, male revues, more free covers, pimps passing out pictures of naked girls, heat, Chipotle, cake for breakfast, losing money gambling, losing my drivers licence, cirque de sole’s LOVE, listening to friends talk about their boyfriends and weddings ad nauseum, heat, free 48oz margaritas, $18 12oz margaritas, the most horrible margarita in the world for $.99, Kim Kardashian playing bocce ball, pole dancing, steak, lusting after Christian Louboutin’s, the world’s best breakfast buffet, more free covers, being checked out more times than I care to count, even more pimps.

That pretty much sums it up. If you are going to Vegas: Paris, The Venetian, and New York New York are by far the coolest theme hotels. The Wynn is nice, but I say stick with the kitsch. The fountain show at the Bellagio is as cool as it’s made out to be. The show at Treasure Island isn’t. Cirque de Sole was far and away the best thing I did out there. Definitately eat at Mon Ami Gabi and The Village buffet, both at Paris. It’s bigger and hotter than you thought and your feet will hate you. The less clothes you put on, the less you will spend.

Oh, and be sure to look for my acting debut on this season of Keeping up with the Kardashians. I’ll be the hungover girl eating a hamburger in the background.