About 3 years ago, my now exgf Jenna (23 at the time) and I (24 at the time) went to Vegas for an extended weekend. A year prior we moved away from where we had grown up and hadn’t seen much of our friends.
When you move away it is hard on family, but in my opinion, it’s even harder on friends. Anytime you go home you are expected to visit family, and when you only make it back a few times a year, it makes it very difficult to ever see the friends you had grown up with.
Because of this, Jenna and I decided to fly to Vegas and have some of our friends meet us there. That way we could hang with our friends and not feel guilty about missing out on family time. Only my best friend Jon, and Jenna’s best friend Kenzie, were able to come.
We arrived late Friday night and did all the normal things one does when you go to Vegas. We drank, we gambled, and we partied hard. To save some money we had decided to share a hotel room. We figured we wouldn’t be in the room much anyway. Our room had two beds, the girls slept in one of them and Jon and I in the other.