I'm sure you've heard the infamous adage What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas. Well there is some good in that statement. Perhaps some things should stay in Vegas. For instance, bruised egos and hurt feelings resulting from 6 women sharing one hotel room. Oh sure we could have split up--2 in one room, 4 in another, or 3 in one room, 3 in another, but we didn't want to. We wanted to share the Vegas experience together, in one hotel room. And maybe it would have worked out if we had all been casual friends, still in that phase where you feel as if you need to be on your best behavior. But we weren't. Three of us were sisters. Two of us had been best friends since junior high. Another two had been best friends since high school and had recently stopped being roommates. In other words there was only one of the six of us that wasn't somehow enmeshed in the tangle of crazy relationships we all shared. When we booked the one single hotel room we were excited and giddy. We had no way of knowing in that frame of mind what we had ahead of us: fights over who got to shower first, arguments about mirror space, and of course the age old drama regarding the sharing of clothes, make up, accessories, and hair supplies. Two of us in each of the two beds, one on the couch, one on the floor. That's how we spent our four days in Sin City. And because none of us had ever been to Vegas before we all packed for cuteness, not comfort. The result: walking up and down the strip for hours in shoes that are only to be worn when sitting for extended periods of time. Every night we'd drag ourselves back to our one hotel room. I think there may have been a time or two when one of us actually had to crawl back. Hence the heightened emotions and the increased touchiness. We'd start out each morning as a chatty pack of school girls ready to take on the big city. We ended each day spread out across the strip, the distance between us based on each person's level of energy. There would be the occasional hand lifted in the air to let the others know where each person was located, an assurance that we were all safe, if not sound. One hotel room, six women. I don't advise it. We got on each others nerves, and we let each other know it too. Oh sure we can laugh about it now but it took some time to mend the ravaged fabric of our relationships. I am grateful that the happenings of Vegas do indeed stay in Vegas. The bad memories were left behind (just like all our money) and because those memories were long gone, buried beneath the neon lights of the Vegas strip, we were able to do it all over again the next summer--in Cancun.