Catching Up and Hanging Out in Vegas

Vegas has seen it all…over the top bachelorette parties, divorce celebrations in style and now a Zurich accountants reunion….on December 1, we got the band back together for two nights only in Vegas.

It had been almost two and half years since the first of us left Zurich, marking the last time we (the Blocks, Marks and Gimbel/Breuers) were all together. And with the excuse of a tax conference in Vegas, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to re-set the count to zero.

We caught up on two plus years over drinks (cheers-ing to all those who couldn’t make it), gourmet dinners and an all day shopping spree on Friday with just the girls (including Shannon’s 2 and half year year old daughter who was so excited to try on clothes she rarely waited until the dressing room to get unchanged.)

It was great to see everyone and it was such a great reminder of the amazing (and life changing) times we had in Zurich…After so much time apart, it felt great to have the past few years apart feel like they were only a few weeks.

And just when I thought we had caught up on everything and we had said and seen it all, the crowd (and Vegas) got a chance to see a little more of me… On Friday night we stopped at a champagne bar for a pre-dinner drink before our reservations at Sushi Samba. And with my eerie sixth sense for finding my way around Vegas casinos, I led the charge to restaurant. Feeling ever-so-confident, with a glass of champagne in hand, sparkly gold shirt, skinny black jeans and patent high heels I will admit had a little swagger in my step. So I was a bit surprised when the girls called me back to the rest of the group a few feet behind me. Two quick checks and they confirmed every girl’s worst nightmare…I had a 4” rip in the seat of my pants and was now swaggering down the carpet with my toosh exposed. ..did I mentioned I have been thinking of joining a gym?

Slightly alarmed, but still feeling fabulous (or at least as fabulous as one can feel with their derriere hanging out) I pulled down my shirt and headed to the closest shop…of course it had to be a Barneys. Three tried-on pants later, I wore my new favorite pair of skinny jeans to the register and asked to be rung up. Thankfully this was Vegas and according to the cashier, he had seen it all and worse.

I returned to the group with my new pants and new look, and enjoyed the rest of the evening and two day vacation with everyone without further incident.

Here’s to hoping the rip was due to the low quality material and not a personal issue. But more importantly, here’s to hoping the rest of the crew can make it next year!