The Night Before

Yesterday, Thursday, July 18 I was getting ready for my sister's bachelorette party.  I had a pretty pink, strapless, laced dress with my hair curled and make up done traveling with her and the rest of her brides maids to the party location.  My sister decided that she wanted to go to Las Vegas because to her that is a common place to have a bachelorette party.  On the flight to Vegas my sister helped my rehearse my speech I had to give the following weekend during the wedding rehearsal and the wedding reception since I am her maid of honor.  I flapped my gums so much about the speech and about how nervous I was the entire flight that it annoyed her, but thankfully for her we landed and it was just in time for our dinner reservations.  During dinner the rest of her brides maids were talking about how they were ready to get completely wasted and dance the night away so we ended up going to a club.  Going to the club that night must have been a big mistake considering I ended up in jail and don't remember a thing I did last night.  However,  I did end up finding five of the most random things in my pocket. One of the five items was bottle cap to a beer bottle.  It is purple with the letter 'V' on the top.  I am assuming that it was to one of my drinks at the club we went to, but the cap certainly isn't the answer as to why I would be in jail.  Shockingly, I found two Adderall pills in my pocket, which is sort of weird because I don't have ADHD.  The only reason why I would have ever taken them is to stay up and be more energetic, but I would never do that because you aren't supposed to drink and take that medication at the same time because of how dangerous it can be.  The medication does explain why I can't remember anything that happened that night though.  I then found a checklist of bizarre things for us to do that night.  The first thing on the list read "Retrieve men's chest hair," which explains why the fourth item in my pocket was a piece of duck tape completely covered with hair (THAT IS DISGUSTING!!!!).  Now the last item almost like a walky-talky just smaller.  It said Las Vegas P.D. on it.  I was trying to make a connection all my items and it made me re-look over the list that was in my pocket.  It turns out that number seventeen on my list was steal a police car.  That makes perfect sense as to why I would have the walky-talky with me and why I am in jail.  That must have been one crazy night, and I am sad that I can't remember what exactly happened, but it is probably best that I don't know.