The Bangover

Dear Self--Do not pass Go, do not bang your oldest friend in the limo on the way to the swanky Vegas hotel. Just get back on the plane, fly home, and forget you almost had co-ed naked best buddy time time with the one man who is completely off limits. I give myself very good advice. Too bad I suck at taking it. Not that Colin Donovan, my bad boy rock star best friend, is any help. Walking around looking ridiculously sexy, telling me I'm beautiful and fun and perfect the way I am and somehow making me believe it. If only we hadn't drunk so much whiskey that first night, if only I'd kept that red bikini in my suitcase, if only his evil ex-girlfriend hadn't come sniffing around making me feel all territorial and protective. And if only I hadn't been secretly in love with Colin for years before this Friends with Bennies Vacation got started. Who knows? Maybe the high will be worth the fall. Either way, there's no way I'm leaving Vegas without one heck of a Bangover.