Ode to Night'n'Vegas

From San Francisco, New York, and LA
Did all the sorority girls arrive in a day
The destination, Sin City
And did they take it on without a pity

Margaritas by the yard
These girls making it look anything but hard
Drunk by seven
Nine more drinks would make it heaven

In room seven eighty-three
The girls loaded up on drinks that were free
Spilling vodka in Amber’s purse
April telling jokes that couldn’t get worse
Off to the hotel club Risque
Where all the girls certainly got frisk-ay.

And oh wait who’s that in VIP
Same girl who later that night none of us did see
And the Next morning she lost her pants
They were somewhere in Paris, France

The morning after, what a sight
Dehydration and lethargy we sure did fight
At 18, 19, and twenty
We could drink a plenty
At 24, 25, and twenty-six
Way too many things to fix

But troopers were sure were
And hoped to make this night quite a blur
Off to the club at hotel Wynn
For the usual drinks spiked with Sin
Amber brought out air guitar
While others danced to Toxic on the way to the bar

The night wore on…
And while some were already gone…
Oh no, look at Deitz on that couch
Tip, tip, crash, crack, oooo ouch
Legs bare up in the air
All liquored up, without a care
Then she switched the long island iced tea
With a saline filled IV
Thanks to Anye and Linz for assisting the porcelain queen
Luckily their lack of sleep didn’t make ‘em mean

Sunday, battered and beat
Some weathered the heat
While others were off to the spa
For massages and all that la, la, la
We recounted memories of the old days
When the night before wasn’t such haze

Dinner at PF Chang’s for Chow Fun and an Asian Pear Mojito
Then outside for the group Labia photo
More drinking, craps, and black jack
Anything in our last night we could possibly pack

Monday morning, the alarms rang
And boy did our heads bang
We all made it to the airport okay
Laughing at the scandals of our stay
And so we look forward to next year
With excitement and now even fear!

Please Share Your Favorite Weekend DJ Names:

DJ Where’re My Pants?
DJ Air Guitar (back from her hiatus)
DJ Hos-Pi-TALL
DJ Nail Down the Couch Next Time
DJ Did You Get Your Boobs Rubbed Too?
DJ Poot, What Was That?
DJ Crap
DJ Dealin’ With You
DJ Labia
DJ……