money

    It was Saturday night. The big night. I was with 12 girls attending my best friend and her partner's bachelorette weekend in Vegas. We were all dressed up in our sluttiest and most glitterful outfits. The heels were too high and the make up was too thick and it was perfect. I understood we were quite a scene. 12 gorgeous girls walking in a group, filled with confidence and several Tito’s vodka shots. Men were staring. Women were staring. Even lonely Black Jack dealers were staring. And then at one point---just as we were about to walk into our restaurant. I started hearing it. Applause. I was in the back of the group since I walk like a…