If you've ever seen the posters on the tube, then you'll know Las Vegas isn't touted as a romantic destination. Unless, that is, your idea of romance consists of pulling on a dance floor and a kebab at 3am. So when I embarked on a trip to the City of Sin (not through choice, long story) with my boyfriend, it was with some trepidation.
I had the distinct privilege of being asked to be a best man recently and was absolutely touched that Justin thought of me in such high regard so I was determined to repay his faith by at least getting my first and arguably the most important job right, arranging the stag. How hard could it be to round up our closest buddies, decide where to go and how to do it and send JJ off in style?