Classy lady?

Ugg getting back and getting caught up at work is SOOO much fun (NO NOT REALLY)

Ok Vegas stories, lets start with I'm a classy lady (Vegas version).

So the resort has a BEAUTIFUL pool, and 4 Jacuzzis and the hubby is not really much of a pool person. I on the other hand could lay in the sun ALL day, so when I crawled outta bed @ 1pm in the afternoon I sported my bikini and headed for the pool. It was a balmy 95- 100 degrees out and sunny, I pull up shop on a nice lounger and drop the sun dress as to be exposed in the bikini. Not being too comfortable in that situation I notice that no one really cares or is anyone pointing and laughing at the WHITE beached whale. So I gain some confidence as its clear I am not the only person who is self conscious here nor am I the grossest person at the pool (there was a man in his a hair sweater, you know that guy walking around like he's hot shit)
Anyways I have found a place to sit so its time to get some towels, I drop off my book and lotion and venture over to the towel counter. I keep my flip flops on because the ground is a little warm for bare feet and I am only going a few feet.
I get my towels (4 of them big fluffy ones in case the hubby joins me) and I turn to walk, just as I approach the Jacuzzi it happens.
My feet flip out under me on the slick spot on the deck and I BAIL HARD INTO THE CONCRETE
I look up at the sky lying flat on my back and I pray no one would notice. Did I mention the 4 fluffy towels I was holding had been hurdled up over my head and have landed in a HUGE wet spot (the one I slipped in)
Everyone saw. No one said anything. I tried to be a gracious as I could in my recovery and limped away wet towels and all back to my chair.
As if I did not feel self conscious before my crash landing (I have the bruised knee to prove it) try flying through the air in only a string bikini and landing twisted in a heap and hope you did not flash the poor children.
More to come…..