Part 13 - 15 - Again the condensed version

Part 13 – Rub a dub dub… three to a tub?

Club hopping with the boys; although the agenda did not include a strip club, we went to one anyway, where I made $20 betting with the boys – real or enhanced? (Men hate to think that those luscious lovelies are anything but squeezably soft. ); another late night with only a few hours of sleep, but I still had the wherewithall to defer to the early morning hours and exit the elevator on the 15th floor… alone. No tub buddies tonite.

Part 14 – 3 seconds to go.. and it’s good!

That pesky alarm clock again ; my first venture into Trop’s casino; a little video poker (won $30) and put a bunch of comp credits on my player’s card; a trip back to Caeser’s Forum Shops to see if THE JACKET was still there (Yes.. and I left again without it. *sigh*); a few drinks at Cleopatra’s Barge watching the 4th quarter of the Packers/Viking game; a pilot conducting business at Caesers stops by to admire my short skirt and watch the game with me; after 4 ties, the Packers take it with 3 seconds to go.. and a field goal! YEAH!; the pilot won $1000 on the game and offers to celebrate with me (not tonight darling, I have other plans, perhaps tomorrow?)

Part 15 – Light It Up

A well deserved nap after room service of course; that pesky alarm clock again ; another wakeup shower; a daring couture dress and my 5†stilettos; bypass the looooong line and head straight up the escalator to Light (thank you, Bill); my first Merry Christmas of the early morning hours from one of the bouncers; several more chats with a number of the bouncers (the cutest guys in the place.. the guy in dreadlocks is too die for and the one over 6’5†tall is a noticeable change for me… looking up. ); dancing with a way too short Middle Eastern man who insists upon grinding his leg into my crouch (like that is gonna get him anywhere) and me constantly pushing him off during the entire song; back at the bar and a cute Armenian (several years my junior) who is adroitly staring down the cleavage of my dress while professing ignorance when I mention the Belushi brothers are also Armenian; a handsome African-American in a long sleeve sweater on the dancefloor, I tap him on the shoulder (Aren’t you hot? His reply; Yes.); that same handsome man a little later at the bar (he admits to following me); an introduction; a few drinks and a chat; he flew his family (mother, father, brother and 2 kids) to Vegas for the holidays (he also admits he is at the club at the invitation of mgmt, didn’t plan on dancing or staying and wishes to God he didn’t wear that sweater); the DJ spinning a quite popular hiphop song, me singing along and Mr. Handsome commenting that his Atlanta company produced it (Oh really?); another long chat on the excesses and extravagances of today’s recording artists; an invitation to other entertainment; a quick goodbye to the Armenian who stops me as I’m leaving the club; a brisk walk down the strip (I suggested walking, stupid me) to Seven; a speedy VIP entrance despite the long line (I guess Mr. Handsome DOES know a few people); a little people watching; a little dancing; a taxi (this time) to my hotel; another short elevator film (those security guys got to see plenty of me that weekend ); a little admiring of the black/white contrast in my ceiling mirrors; a quick shower (no tub tonite *sigh*) and room service…. again.

[ January 12, 2005, 05:34 PM: Message edited by: Lacy ]

 

Answer: The Illiad, Odysee, and War and Peace.

Question: Name three works that were shorter and easier to read than this friggin trip report.

Did a search for 'why does it hurt when I pee'. Couldn't find it anywhere...

 

Perhaps you spelled it wrong?

 

I knew it. We have Julia Roberts amongst us peons. Like a bad car wreck, you can't take your eyes off it and thank your lucky stars you never were involved.

 

Julia Roberts?

Strange. I pictured Rosie O'donell.

Mikey

 

Awwwww... darling. I'm afraid my calendar is full and you probably wouldn't rate a number anyways.

[ January 12, 2005, 05:44 PM: Message edited by: Lacy ]

 

Hmmmm...... I'm not sure what movie you have been watching lately my dear, but if Rosie gets you off... go for it.

 

*sigh*

Is it so much to ask of someone to post ALL of his/her trip report in the same post or thread?

Of course, I don't think I would consider this stuff a trip report anyway. This has the blog label all over it.

 

His response probably shouldn't have been surprising, since the Belushi's are Albanian, not Armenian...

 

Thanks for clearing that up. I guess we both were wrong, he thought they were Italian.

 

</font><blockquote>code:</font><hr /><pre style="font-size:x-small; font-family: monospace;"> dancing with a way too short Middle Eastern man who insists upon grinding his leg into my crouch (like that is gonna get him anywhere) </pre>[/QUOTE]Try way too short Italians next time....

 

Frank Zappa - Joe's Garage - Act 1 Cut # 7

A couple of other cuts that may fit a description of Lacy's TR's.

A Token Of My Extreme Disc 1 cut 10.

Another cut on disc 2 take 2, check it out below

http://www.amazon.com/exe c/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000 0009SY/104-4899576-317114 6?v=glance

This title sums up all the trip reports dontcha think?

 

Ross, you forgot "Weasles Ripped My Flesh"

 

I am reminded of what Hal Larson said in the movie "Shallow Hal", as long as I can squeeze them, that makes them real enough for me.

 

Lacy....

I just wanted to say that I enjoyed your TR -both original and condensed versions. You have a way with words and are obviously well educated. Perhaps some of the negative commentators are intimidated by a smart self-confidant woman?
Sounds like you know how to have a good time and have a great sense of humour.

Cheers

 

No...that's not it. Based on her TR, she sounds like a royal pain in the arse. But based on your explanation, she must be the only smart self-confident woman that posts here, because she's the only one that gives me that special pain.

 

It does appear to be just the guys who are having a problem with my TR, no true. In Jamaica we would call it, what it is; Dem ah come een lek foo foo pickney bawl a ting fram dem sharts ah runup soh But... such is life.

Part 16.... Christmas Day, soon come.

 

Again my dear, you just proved my point. (foo foo pickney fi troo)

 

If I could just find a swarthy Armenian/Albanian to say those words to me. Even though I am a heterosexual male I would most certainly blush with that special excitement.

 

C'mon Lacy....we've seen the after pic. Where's the before?