We did what last night?! TR

[Guest]

Notice its all dudes responding to this TR so far

[BritishV]

Awesome! Can't wait to hear what you and the twins got up to next. Can't believe that sleaze - definitely deserves a violent reaction! More please! And photos!

Notice its all dudes responding to this TR so far

I think Cortina might find that a bit offensive!

[BritishV]

My best friend from college is, I am not kidding, a zen master of this art. She starts making the eyes and within 90 seconds we're surrounded by guys trying to buy us drink in order to get her attention.

Me, when I try it, it looks like my mascara flaked into my contacts. It's a talent.

Lol! OMG though, it's amazing what affect it has on a guy if he thinks you're looking at him. He's right over, just because you've paid him a gnat's breath of attention...it's easy to do, but don't flutter, as you say it doesn't work and you end up looking like you've got a nervous twitch!

Although I think Aria was talking about the guy undressing her with his eyes...it's kind of creepy when guys do that...

[Guest]

I think Cortina might find that a bit offensive!

Cortina is female?

[SoCal Girl]

Cortina is female?

Yep...correct me if I'm wrong Cortina but aren't you the one that showed that bull running video? The with the girl showing her boobs with the little boy standing there.

[KC2Vegas]

No that was coolwhip she's from Denver

[Guest]

So Cortina is not some dude showing off their ride?

[wat]

Although I think Aria was talking about the guy undressing her with his eyes...it's kind of creepy when guys do that...

Eye-fucking doesn't necessarily have to include undressing. Actually, like you say, suggestions of undress don't work too well.

Catch the gaze of a woman, look her directly in the eyes and pair it with a gentle smile (or a sly smile, depending on what you're trying to accomplish). If she doesn't look away, game on. If she does look away but smiles, she's embarrassed - sorta the same as not looking away, 'cept she's shy. If she looks away quickly, YOU'RE CREEPY, IT'S NOT WORKING.

[Cortina]

So Cortina is not some dude showing off their ride?

I'm a girl. The car in my icon is a Ford Cortina, which from what Wiki tells me was a piece of crap car from the '70s that was hugely popular in Great Britain.

Yep...correct me if I'm wrong Cortina but aren't you the one that showed that bull running video? The with the girl showing her boobs with the little boy standing there.

Hah that was certainly not me, though now I'm intrigued by the vid in question.

[aria]

Yes, he was eyeing me something fierce - glad most of you know what I was talking about!

I've been nursing myself back to health the past two days but I am going to finish the TR right now. I finally feel well again.

[aria]

Day Two

Day Two...
in which our heroine is brought to her knees.

Tuesday
The Dead Kennedys - Too Drunk To Fuck


Wake up and end up lounging about all afternoon, reminiscing some of the finer points of the night. Try to make reservations for Shibuya, but the restaurant is closed. Try to make reservations for SeaBlue - also closed. Stupid recession.

End up going to the Grand Wok and Sushi inside the MGM. Had miso, bbq wontons, grilled chicken thighs and green beans and a Vegas roll to split. The food was decent, best wontons I've ever had but something about the sushi left a questioning tingle in my stomach.

Came back to the room, had a quick nap and watched some bullshit episode of CSI which I felt was proper since it's based in Las Vegas, we're in Las Vegas. Flawless logic.

Beautification process once again!

Shower. Blow Dry. Shot
Straighten. Shot
Make up. Shot
Outfit. Vodka Redbull and a cigarette at Zuri.
Wait for roommate to finish her make up. Have another shot.

Grabbed a cab and went to The Palazzo. Got right in to LAVO thanks to yet another fabulous connect from JC. Take the roomie on a tour of the club, hit up the bathroom and then to the bar. Park and have a cigarette. Man who is standing next to me offers me a drink for a cigarette. A fantastic bargain! I accept.

Tanu ends up getting chatted up by some guy who works at Tryst and XS. End up getting a free drink from him and from signing up for the mailing list. We haven't been in the club for an hour yet.

We're feeling pretty good at this point, and we are just sitting at the bar talking to Adam (the host from Tryst and XS). Two very drunk guys try and chat us up, and are so belligerent it's hard to actually understand what they are saying. They then ask where we are from, and I reply Los Angeles. They then start on a tangent which I can only describe as a North Coast/South Coast white rap war. They go on about how amazing NoCal is and how "whack" SoCal is. This goes on for about ten minutes before I blow up on them. They laugh and tell me how funny I am. NoCals also keep telling me how good I am at what I am doing. I ask repeatedly what it is that I am doing. They hand me another drink, tell me I know exactly what I'm doing, kiss me on the cheek and stumble off in to the crowd.

I'm still not sure what it was I was doing.

We go for a dance with Adam and his friend and the crowd is wild, the music is thumping and it's all going so fast I could swear the room was spinning.

And it's at this point I realize it actually is spinning.

I go back to the bar, grab some ice cubes out of my glass. Which I realized later that night it wasn't even my glass. There is a tingle in my stomach again. I go to the bathroom and thus begins my, what can only be described as a near religious experience - praying to the porcelain god.

I don't even actually know how long I was in the bathroom. Tanu said it was over an hour, but I can't be sure. I didn't even really throw up that much. And it didn't even feel like I was sick from the alcohol, but more like food poisoning. I've never in my life gotten sick from alcohol let alone gotten sick in Vegas.

I rally and get up, clean myself up and am ready to walk out. One of the security guards is hassling me for my ID even though the club is closing. I ignore him and we walk out and head to Adam's car. He gives us a lift back to the hotel. I get in to the bathroom, and take a long hot shower. I start yelling at the roomie to get some and I start ranting about how the muppets are fucking everywhere. (I was talking about allllll the Terry Fator advertisements everywhere)

End up getting in to bed and falling asleep around 8:00am. Wake Tanu up around 12:00 to try and piece together the night. Go back to bed for a few more hours.

[aria]

Day Three

in which our heroine gets in to shenanigans

Wednesday
LMFAO - Shots

After many hours of rest and three bottles of Smartwater, I'm ready to get the show on the road. We get up around 4:00 and walk to Planet Hollywood to grab some food at Earl of Sandwich. I still wasn't feeling great and figure food is the only way to bring me back to 100%. The food definitely helps and we make our way over to City Center to go check out Aria.

We walk through Crystals (they need to turn down the scent), they are really catering to only rich bitches. Unfortunately Aria wasn't open to the public yet but we got to see the amazing fountain display and waterfall walls outside of Aria. It looked absolutely amazing. Can't wait to actually see the property on NYE.

We end up taking over an hour to get back to the MGM since City Center is a big "fuck you" for trying to actually get out. The entire street is blocked off so we have to walk up, down, up, over and across to Planet Hollywood to get back on sidewalk.

Get back to the MGM and start the process once more.

Shower. Blow Dry. Shot
Straighten. Shot
Make up. Shot
Outfit. Vodka Redbull and a cigarette at Zuri.
Wait for roommate to finish her make up. Have another shot.

Grab a cab and head to The Hard Rock. Time for my favorite club - Wasted Space! Get in easily once again. It's not crowded just yet, but the night is young. It's barely 11:00. Grab a drink at the bar and start to get loose. Around 12:00 Wasted Space is packed. We both take another shot. It's gonna be a good night.

They were having a contest for best girl on girl kiss. They begin the contest and I think the winners won the $1,000 unfairly. Two girls got down on to the floor and were going at it really well and the winners, though more attractive were all "hairography" and considering they were supposed to have their hands behind their backs...I feel like they cheated.

After the contest Fifty One Fifty starts tearing the place up. If you can ever see these two in person - see them! Excellent DJ and drummer, Dustin was killing it on the drums. It feels like the entire crowd is just dancing and feeling the groove.

Tanu and I are dancing like we've never danced before. We're totally smashed, loving life and shaking our asses like nobody's business. I get chatted up by a Canadian man who buys me a drink and offers me a cigarette. He and I are both faux karaoke-ing at the bar to every song that comes on. Tanu is dancing with a white boy who has got some pretty impressive skills.

More dancing. More drinks. Lather, rinse repeat.

We end up leaving WS around 2:30 and head back to MGM. I'm not at all ready to call it a night, so we sit down at Zuri to people watch and for me to drink more. Tanu has had enough (allegedly). We're sitting down for maybe fifteen minutes when I spot the Canadian guy and his friend with two girls walking past.

I yell at them and they come over and sit with us. The girls are from New Zealand and we begin chatting it up right away. One Canadian is talking to Tanu something fierce, the initial one is still talking to me, and I'm talking to the Kiwis.

One Kiwi, named Katherine, sees three guys running down the MGM in short shorts. She and I run off after them. We end up talking to them and they tell us how they came about the short shorts.

The three gents in the short shorts join us at Zuri and tell us all the story of how they got the short shorts. Apparently, the three guys had stolen the shorts from Aria, specifically the Cirque Du Soilei show based on Elvis. They showed us pictures from the roof of Aria (which for the most part backed up their story). Unfortunately, the short shorts were not very good at hiding certain...packages. Everyone at the table got a nice view of sack at one point. Shudder.

Roomie and other Canadian go eat and the rest of us, Kiwis, Short shorts and Canadian and I all sit at Zuri boozing and laughing hysterically. Short shorts are hilarious and the Kiwis and I are in absolute stitches. A Michael Jackson impersonator is walking in the casino and one of the guys decides to pull a "Party boy" and runs up to him and starts gyrating on him. The impersonator shakes his head and screams, "faggot" at the guy and walks off. We all laugh uproariously. Pretty sad when a Michael Jackson impersonator calls you a "faggot".


The boys leave, the kiwis leave which leaves Canadian and I sitting alone. Roomie and other Canadian come back and decide they are going to have private time. Which means I need to get lost for an hour. Canadian offers his room (they were staying at the MGM), so we go to his room and continue drinking and laughing. He wants to snuggle as well, which I decline. He ends up falling asleep and I go back up to my room, getting strange looks from a few people on the way (I was holding my shoes in my hand, looked like a walk of shame - but most certainly was not!)

I ask the roomie how it was to which I get a half asleep groan. I laugh some more and fall asleep.

A fantastic evening to be sure.

[aria]

Day Four

in which our heroine returns to the 70's

Thursday
Black Eyed Peas - Tonight's Gonna Be A Good Night

Another day of reminiscing the night, laughing and enjoying our last night. I'm sad at this point, because I know it's our last day and that we have to go out with a bang. I text Chapp, who says he, Lady Chapp and Colton are gonna be at Aria tonight, checking out the lounges. And though it sounds tempting to go, I want to dance.

Send texts to a few JCers, but since nothing is set in stone it's hard to actually have a plan.

Beautification once more, with feeling!

Shower. Blow Dry. Shot
Straighten. Shot
Make up. Shot
Outfit. Vodka Redbull and a cigarette at Zuri.
Wait for roommate to finish her make up. Have another shot.

Roomie and I head to The Bank. I thought it would take us much longer to get to there, and we're a bit on the early side. We walk around The Bellagio, shoot a text to Chapp and tell him we're going to The Bank.

Get to the rope, get in and head to the bar. Bartender starts shamelessly flirting with me, and tries to make small talk. We get drinks, have a cigarette and scope out the place. Head to the bathroom and notice someone is dressed much like Lady GaGa. I'm intrigued but figure it's a tribute since she was playing that night.

The Bank starts filling up and we run in to the Kiwis! We had told them the previous night that we would be going there, but never thought they would show up. All four of us go and start dancing. A man in a cowboy hat who looked eerily like Zach Galifinakis decided I needed his cowboy hat on. So there I am, dancing in the middle of The Bank with a cowboy hat on. It didn't even match my shoes!

I return the hat, and the four of us pop back to the bar for a drink. It's at this point we are approached by two very familiar looking men. The Canadians have also appeared. We had told them we were gonna be at The Bank as well.

Stupid drunk ramblings!

I get a text from Chapp saying he and Lady Chapp are on there way in. We leave the Kiwis and Canadians to go meet up with Chapp. We walk up the stairs to the bottle service booths that are next to the DJs. Along the way there are even more Lady GaGa look alikes. And a lot of fabulous drag queens. (We later learned there was a look-a-like contest $2,000 prize)

And finally I get to meet the Chapp in person!! The Lady Chapp is also present and she's amazing. Love her almost instantly. Chapp buys all of us around (cause he's the man!) and we toast to AOD! We go back up to the bottle service areas and start shaking our asses. The way The Bank is set up, we are literally above everyone else in the club, dancing and having a blast. It felt so fitting that Black Eyed Peas were on!

We are joined by one of Chapp's friend, John, who is dressed just as fierce as the rest of the GaGa impersonators. The five of us are all dancing and having a great night. Chapp says let's go to Rain and go rollerskating.

I'm thinking he must be joking!

But no, the Chapp is not not joking. Not even close.

Roomie and I ride with John over to Rain and bump so Lady GaGa - it's only fitting. We get to Rain and have to sign what feels like fifteen thousand different waivers. We get in, put on some skates and we have at it. The five of us, scratch that - four of us are skating around fabulously.

Me...ehh, not so much. If John hadn't been there to balance me out I would have eaten shit a few times. But since I had such a sober balance, I was able to not-so-gratefully stay on my feet the entire time.

We had a ton of fun skating around, but it felt like the night ended too soon. Chapp and Lady Chapp are calling it a night as they had a flight the next day. John, the roomie and I decide to go to Chinatown and get some food. We wind up at a place like Pho Kim Long...

which if you know how "Pho" is pronounced...you'll laugh as hard as we did.

We enjoyed delicious and really cheap Pho and had even more laughs and good times. John took us home, and we made sure he'd be coming with us to NYE. (Which he is!) We headed up to our room, washed our feet (nasty ass skates!), started to pack up and headed off to bed.

A glorious end to a glorious trip. Fuck, I miss Vegas. ;(

Pictures coming soon!

[NyceGuy]

Damn your TR is entertaining.

[rjleslie]

Muppets are everywhere? Awesome.