There is, really, no excuse whatsoever to justify being at Harrah's at 6am on a weekday... unless, of course, someone is turning twenty one and it's there first time there. And although these pictures don't represent it (these are from the bar-crawl before and the party the next night), we really were there. At 6am. Which I've done before. More than once. Ugh.
Birthday Girl
Russo, Tracy, Joani
an assortment of girls
Brad, Jeana, DJ, Russo
I have partied nonstop for two days...again. That's twice in less than a week. With my own birthday coming up, I may just disintegrate into a puddle of light beer and tequila. I'm hungover. I need a nap. Happy birthday, Joani.
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