You are so money and you don't even know it.

If you know me at all, you know that I love a good party. specifically costume parties. Sat night was a night in Vegas at "Babylon Towers Resort and Casino" at the Veile's. Seriously, I think we are all just LOOKING for reasons to dress up, which is AWESOME. We played a little poker (not with real money of course because a. we are Mormon and b. pretty sure we are all poor) - I got my butt kicked at Texas Hold 'em, but Ammon seriously cleaned house on Black Jack. Someday I need to take that man to Vegas.

Everybody came in some sort of themed costume - we had two Elvis's (from the early and the late years) complete with super skin tight jumpsuit. Paul is the bravest man I know. Let's see, we also had 2 Chipendales dancers (one in a nude bodysuit), CSI, shotgun bride/groom, hideous tourists, high rollers, and call girls and their "management". I was a Cougar and Ammon was my boy toy/gardener/pool boy named Greg. It rocked.

Wow. I have no words.

All the ladies in the house...

Here's me in my bling, and Anya, who was caught in flagrante with her business man lover (she's lucky I didn't post the picture of her skirt tucked into her tights). I really wanted to get a hideously dark spray tan to complete the look, but alas I didn't make a line item for bad tanning in the budget.