Krystle Vigil

10 Hours in Vegas

10 Hours in Vegas (Or, How I Nearly Killed My Future Husband) I looked out the window of the plane as it pushed back from the gate and began its trip to the runway. My hand was gripped suddenly and I looked at my best friend seated next to me with the most panicked look in his eyes that I’ve ever seen. He was pale under the already pale makeup on his face, if you can imagine that.