Photo by me, from chaise lounge, one hand on mimosa
I wouldn't necessarily recommend going to Vegas in the middle of a really stressful time with your husband.
I wouldn't necessarily not recommend it, either. That is, as long as you are surrounded by your hilarious, no-nonsense friends who help you understand that getting gussied and letting handsome British men buy you drinks is totally awesome and acceptable... and then make sure you get your drunk ass back in bed next to your sister.
Las Vegas is a terrible and wonderful place and I had a great time.
That is all I will say about that.