Never Let Go.

‘Kieran’s POV’

There’s one good thing about the NHL Awards, and that is that they are always in Las Vegas. With the boys having to be in Vegas anyway Lauren, being Maid of Honor had the brilliant idea to hold my bachelorette party in Las Vegas too. So this year Las Vegas will be pulling double duty! We rented a private plane, loaded up all of my bridesmaids except for my cousin Niamh who is missing out on all of the fun stuff being in Ireland and headed for the desert.

There are 6 girls total in my bridal party plus a few of my friends who just came for fun, so we were sure to raise some hell. The first night we were in LV was the NHL awards so while most of my friends were tearing up the city Lauren, Cody, Tyler, Jamie, Jordie, Jess, and I suffered through yet another program, watching the Blackhawks receive their fourth Stanley Cup. By the time it was over we all wanted to get drunk and forget about the season all over again. And we did just that after meeting up with the rest of the crew. Las Vegas was good for that, erasing all of the memories you came with and what happens there stays there right?

Day two was all about relaxing, we rented a cabana at the Aria’s pool and soaked up the desert sun all day drinking vodka lemonades while the guys went golfing. Even my bikini was set for the wedding theme Lauren had ordered me a white Triangl bikini and attached a veil to the back of the bottoms, it was adorable and definitely got the whole “bride” thing out in the open.
Sunkissed and half-drunk the 12 of us guys and girls went out to dinner and to the Cirque de sol le show. The alcohol in our systems made the show much more interesting, as men flying through the air in leotards wasn’t all that appealing to a bunch of hockey players. That night we slept off the dehydration in preparation for my actual bachelorette party, or as Lauren was calling it “One last fling before the ring.” I was unsure of what she had planned for us but I knew it involved a tight fitting, tiny white lace dress and an embarrassing sash for me and probably a lot of alcohol.

We kicked off the fling with a morning or rather early afternoon at the spa filled with a massages and mimosas, because who doesn’t want to drink at 11 am? When we were all limber and lucid we headed out to lunch at Serendipity followed by a few tourist activities. As the afternoon wound down we headed back to the suite to get dolled up for the evening, popping champagne bottles and jamming out as we prepped. With my girls all in black and me in a white lace mini dress we were ready to take on Sin City, but not before taking a few hundred pictures. Snap after snap went off and my face hurt from laughing and smiling, I uploaded a group shot to my Instagram.

“One last fling before the ring! Look out Vegas ;) #MrsBenn #BuyMeAShotImTyingTheKnot”

As we got set to head out the door in stumbled four tall and clearly intoxicated men, Cody stumbled over to Lauren holding onto her for dear life. She just laughed and led the ginger to the nearest couch as he mumbled how hot she looked. Feeling pretty sexy in my own outfit I made my way over to Jamie who was grabbing a water from the mini-fridge. “What do ya think, Cap?” I asked leaning over his ear as he turned to look at me. He was clearly impressed, licking his lips as his dark eyes skimmed from top to bottom.

“Damn, you sure you want to leave me?” he pulled me into his body with a hand firmly placed on my butt. I giggled as his sunburnt lips met mine both of us tasting different types of alcohol, “Mhm, save that for later.” I kissed him again pulling his lip between my teeth as Lauren called out, “Limo’s here, cut it out love birds we’ve got some partying to do!” One last kiss and we were out the door and headed to the limo waiting for us out front.

And party we did, the last thing I remember was leaving the Thunder from Down Under show and heading to another club.

The morning following my bachelorette party was hellacious. It’s actually what I envision death feeling like. The bright desert sun peaking in through the thin curtains in our room woke me up way too early, causing my eyes to burn and my stomach to flip. What had I drank last night? Oh that’s right, almost a whole bottle of fireball. I shuddered at the thought of the cinnamon whiskey as I squeezed my eyes tight hoping the nausea would pass soon. The bed moved as the body next to me rolled over, I hoped it was Jamie but with what little I recall from last night I could be in Lauren’s bed or even on the rooftop of the hotel.

“How’re you feeling champ?” the deep voice told me I had at least made it back to my own bed. I groaned in response, Jamie laughed “That good huh?” I sank my face deeper into the white pillow too weak to look up at him and face the day. We had one last day in Las Vegas and at this point it sounded really good just spending it in bed. The bed squeaked and Jamie returned minutes later forcing two Advil down my throat before letting me go back to sleep.

Needless to say Vegas had won this round, and in a few weeks it would be Jamie’s turn to party when we travel up to Canada for his bachelor party. If I was in this much pain I would make sure his groomsmen put him through the ringer too. Not that Tyler and Jamie’s best friend back home Kory didn’t already have that in mind too. This whole getting married thing was really kicking our asses.

Notes

Sorry for the lack of updates this weekend! I went to Chicago for a Cubs game, too bad it wasn't for the Blackhawks game! Go Hawks! :) Enjoy Kieran's wildside and get ready for Jamie's coming soon :P xoxo -Ally

NHL Awards

Fling before the ring