Countdown to "Operation Act Like A Lush"

Tomorrow I am getting on a flight to Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Sin City. Where you don't go to bed until 7 AM. Where it's customary (at least for me) to have champagne for breakfast. And at lunch. And at dinner if I feel like it. Martinis in the casino lounge. Mai Tais at the pool.

Uh.oh. I can't drink! Well, shit.

M knows that I'm pregnant and is prepared to participate in the subterfuge that is about to take place starting tomorrow. There are a few folks that are going to be in Vegas that I'm not ready to know yet so....OPERATION ACT LIKE A LUSH beings tomorrow!

I have come up with some different ideas.
1) THE SNEAKY LIE - Many of the people I know won't be there until the 2nd night, so I'm goign to proclaim, "OMG! I got sooooooo shitfaced last night that the THOUGHT of alcohol right now makes me want to hurl." (however, that is really only going to work that one time)

2) THE POUR OUT - Just buy a drink, pretending to drink on it, and take random bathroom breaks to pour it out. (but really....if I ain't drinkin' it, I sure don't want to buy it!)

3) THE FAKE - Sprite with a splash of grenadine. Voila! My pretend vodka drink.

4) LIKE A VIRGIN - at the pool or wherever....three words...VIRGIN.STRAWBERRY.DACQUIRI.

My parents (god love 'em) said, "why don't you just say you aren't in the mood to drink or that you are cutting back?"

Huh....wait.....hahaha...HUH?...I laugh in your face. Cuz ain't none of my buddies in Vegas gonna believe THAT shit!

So game plan is set....though I'm still trying to figure out how i'm going to explain the turning down the champagne thing. Sniffle. Sniffle.