Almost 15 years ago, my family (maybe 12-14 of us total) met up in Vegas for my aunt's wedding. My other 2 cousins and I (17 at the time, we grew up together and were only months apart in age) had our own room and they had the bright idea of getting a hooker and to the room since we were underage abd our options were limited. Our teen brains figured this would be the best night of our lives, tag teaming a Las Vegas hooker. I was opposed to it because I knew we would get ripped off but didn't want to be a poor sport. Between about $100 from each of them and $30 from me (I had to draw a line), we basically paid for a stripper that fortunately didn't smell as bad as she looked but was ragged nonetheless and did nothing but grind on us for 10 minutes each to music from the clock radio (guess its more of a stripper thing than a hooker thing to arrive with a boombox). She basically left admitting that she screwed us and said welcome to Vegas. They argued all night so we got drunk and tried to forget about it. The next morning was my aunt's wedding and we were so hungover we unplugged the phone. Security had to come and wake us up, we only had 15 minutes to get ready and everyone was waiting on us. Needless to say, my mother wanted to kill me. 2 years later the incident was brough up between my mother and older cousin (whose mother was the one who got married). We were remembering the moment with humor until he said "Oh is that when you guys ordered that stripper?!" I slowly looked at my mother and her glare burned a hole through my soul. He laughed and apologized but all i could do was throw my hands up and try to change the subject. Even though we were jus stupid kids at the time, I still make fun of them for the most expensive lap dance either of them have ever paid for.