This weekend, I went over to the Hard Rock Hotel to see this guy:
David Grohl, Foo Fighter.
Kick ass concert, lots of booze. Sang songs I hadn't heard in a THOUSAND years, talked a bunch a shit in between his songs, brought out a surprise guest (NOT Lemmy of Motorhead, surprise!) And did a an encore.
AFTER the concert, my friends & I went over to one of the clubs in the casino. Let me first start by saying, I almost NEVER club in Southern California. I'm not sure why, but I haven't seen the inside of a real club - not to be confused with a bar, or a karaoke joint with music --in years. In Las Vegas though, I don't mind so much. Like I said, I was gonna flirt with some cute boys, and drink...and where else to do that but in Las Vegas?
But first, you gotta get past the bouncer. Three girls + 2 corsets and 1 low cut top...? No problem. Come right on in. Locals are free & concert goers get a free pass tonight, and here's some passes for tomorrow. Who's buying the first drink? I will. But I'm not buying another drink tonight. So my friend, who is living in Vegas now, picks up a guy. Wants to dance all night. 2nd rounds on you, mister man. Me, I'm dancing by myself. Mr. I'm from New Orleans walks up and wants to know where I'm from. L.A., here for a concert. Thank you for the lovely compliments, as I fend off his hands grabbing my butt...I'm drinking Vodka & Cranberry. And don't forget my friends. (You know what Snoop says..."ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none")LOL.
Well, hello Mr. Awkward dancer! If you weren't so cute that I want to pinch your cheeks, I wouldn't let you keep trying to dance with me. Except, you got TOO close, and got my hooks of my corset caught on your shirt.
You: Said I was so very pretty and couldn't stop hugging me.
Me: Okay, I gave in to temptation and pinched his cheeks. Guess which ones *wink*..Haha.
My friend who came with to Vegas meets a guy. He's Canadian, eh. He's cute, and he's got bottle service. Who's got next? Jack & Coke for everybody!
I meet a guy "here on business", from New York. I started flirting with him because he didn't look like he was having a good time. And I was having so much fun, I wanted to give him something to smile about. The compliments have escalated, y'all. I have moved up from so very pretty to SO DAMN SEXY. He's dancing, which has always been a way for men to get their hands on you without you putting up too much of a fight. I am not a liar, and since he asked, I tell him that I've got no boyfriend, because I'm married, and The Man frowns on me having one. He's no slouch in the macking department says: If I were HIS wife, he wouldn't want to share me either. (I dunno, could he put up with my shenanigans? I'm not sure.) Either way, next round is on you Mr. Here on Business. Drinkin's not cheap in this club. Hey, he must really have a few dollars because the REST of the drinking is on him...Or perhaps, my
His Room Key. As we were talking, he mentioned that he was staying in the Hotel and that his room key had the Foo Fighters on it. I asked him for the room key, and because