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Jun. 1st, 2005 09:51 pmVegas was FABULOUS!!! 99 in the shade and I was super, sexy pin-up girl in a black and pink bathing suit lounging by the pool and trying to tan the gams. All Marilyn Monroe because let's remember that Real Women Have Curves!
Bacardi Girl got our room (Paris) at a discount because she knows people who know people in the industry -- don't you just love the way that works? For those of you who have forgotten, Bacardi Girl works for Brown and Foreman. Her Las Vegas rep graduated from the Hospitality department at ULV. He knows EVERYONE! Ain't it grand? What's even better is the VIP bottle service he arranged for Sin's birthday on Saturday. We gussied up and headed to Tabu in the MGM Grand. There was a two bottle minimum and the bottles were $325 a piece. Our $750.00 tab was comp'ed. Woo Hoo!!
There was free liquor and dancing on tables. Cute army guys with stacks of dead presidents and double tequila shots. GI Joe slipped me a hundred dollars for a dance. Hooker that I am, I took him up on the offer and we busted a move. Afterward, I hit the main table in the VIP room and worked those previously mentioned curves.
There were five of us -- Sin, Bacardi Girl, me, Bullet-to-the-Brain, and Sin's ex-roommate, Marcia -- two bottles of Grey Goose, five mixers, ice, lime and a hot waitress with legs as long as I am tall. The music was fab and we were cute. I ended up as wasted as I've been in a very, very long time. I'll take a moment to pimp Chasers, for hangover prevention. It ain't bad, my peeps. Marcia ended up walking me back to the hotel. I didn't realize until the next morning that she was as nearly gone as I was. We slipped bills into the slot machines on the way, I won thirty bucks, and Marcia says she had to fight off cuties who wanted to scoop me up and take me home as I perched puking into the flowers. I guess it's good to know that a girl's still got it even when making a sacrifice at the alter of the porcelain gods.
Bacardi Girl got our room (Paris) at a discount because she knows people who know people in the industry -- don't you just love the way that works? For those of you who have forgotten, Bacardi Girl works for Brown and Foreman. Her Las Vegas rep graduated from the Hospitality department at ULV. He knows EVERYONE! Ain't it grand? What's even better is the VIP bottle service he arranged for Sin's birthday on Saturday. We gussied up and headed to Tabu in the MGM Grand. There was a two bottle minimum and the bottles were $325 a piece. Our $750.00 tab was comp'ed. Woo Hoo!!
There was free liquor and dancing on tables. Cute army guys with stacks of dead presidents and double tequila shots. GI Joe slipped me a hundred dollars for a dance. Hooker that I am, I took him up on the offer and we busted a move. Afterward, I hit the main table in the VIP room and worked those previously mentioned curves.
There were five of us -- Sin, Bacardi Girl, me, Bullet-to-the-Brain, and Sin's ex-roommate, Marcia -- two bottles of Grey Goose, five mixers, ice, lime and a hot waitress with legs as long as I am tall. The music was fab and we were cute. I ended up as wasted as I've been in a very, very long time. I'll take a moment to pimp Chasers, for hangover prevention. It ain't bad, my peeps. Marcia ended up walking me back to the hotel. I didn't realize until the next morning that she was as nearly gone as I was. We slipped bills into the slot machines on the way, I won thirty bucks, and Marcia says she had to fight off cuties who wanted to scoop me up and take me home as I perched puking into the flowers. I guess it's good to know that a girl's still got it even when making a sacrifice at the alter of the porcelain gods.
