What happens in Vegas_(2)
Jon and I were best friends all through our youth. Inseparable. But times change. After university we made new lives in different cities. We both had long-term girlfriends and busy schedules so didn’t talk much or even email. We’d still see each other at holidays though, when we visited our folks in the old home town. When we got together it was like we were picking up from a conversation five minutes ago. He called one day a few months ago to tell me he was getting married and ask if I’d be his best man. Well sure. I’d be pissed if he asked anyone else. He told me what he wanted to do for a stag do: Weekend in Vegas, Baby! Great, that would be a blast. I wanted to know who to invite, …