How I Get Disheartened

Before reading this, do note that Amy is my friend Amr's gf, and she is a lovely girl. I actually quite like her and she is very cool and understanding for letting us watch way too much football at their place. But still...

Me: Vegas?
Amr: when?
Me: Feb. 10th
Amr: weekend. expensive. pass.
Me: you just have to pay for a flight ...which will only be a couple hundred.....and maybe kick in a few bucks for the room if you actually sleep there at any point....
Me: or you could stay home and wish you went to Caesar's...
Amr: I'm planning on going to Vegas later anyway, so I won't be that disappointed.
Me: fine then....humph!
Amr: Plus I'm afraid to go with you and people of your ilk.
Me: okay, I can buy that....
Me: who're you going with?
Me: and don't say Amy
Amr: The plan is Amy
Me: {sigh}