what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.....
so i get this e mail at 3 AM last night. (yes, i was up, having tummy troubles and eating Rolaids like candy). in the e mail, the darling daughter says she thinks she broke her foot. for the next couple of hours she sends me updates & pictures. (yeah, like i was going back to sleep after that!). she told me, long story short, she kicked a brick planter / bench. ah, i say, let your temper get the best of you? i know her too well.
a bevy of beauties were celebrating a birthday in sin city. there was a club. there was drinking. there was inappropriate touching (crotch groping) of darling daughter's girlfriend by sleazeball. there were words. there were 3 burly bouncers. there was angry drinking. there were death glares.
brick planter / bench 1. darling daughter 0. friday the 13th was not very kind to the darling daughter.
visual confirmation:
honest, i don't know how it happened, mom.
lots of swelling & ugly bruising. (yes, that's a patrick star tattoo....really, i don't know how she got it. i'm not a bad influence...really! )
worst fears realized...fractured foot bone. one close to the ankle. temporary cast & crutches, oh my! she will see a bone doc when she gets home to see how long she has to hobble around. looks like no more festivities in Vegas for her.
moral of the story: brick always wins! '->