You know it’s been a good weekend when you wake up Monday morning and realize you’ve gone to bed without washing your face three nights in a row.

With the help of my fellow revellers, I took five hundred pictures of Saturday night. FIVE. HUNDRED. FIVE HUNDRED pictures of the Mexico-themed shower given by my mom and my sisters, pictures of a huge purple dildo gifted by my bridesmaids, pictures of the swank hotel room at the Park Plaza, and most importantly, loads and loads of pictures of us ladies drinking. And dancing. In a bar. With a pinata.

If that doesn’t make you come back tomorrow, shit, I don’t know what will.