Just call me Ms. Vegas…

Guest Relations - VanessaPublished August 26, 2011 at 8:19 pm 4 Comments

I.  Love.  Vegas.

Being a So Cal girl, it is great to have a place to drive away to for the weekend and be surrounded by the sparkly, smokey, and almost magical atmosphere. It’s funny because I swear, I only like the smell of smoke in this city. I even remember being a kid in Vegas and loving it.

Yes, my parents were “those” parents that took a kid to Vegas. I just really admired how much fun everyone looked and sounded like they were having. I loved the way the city sounded, like the slot machines and groups of people cheering at a craps table.

I knew at a young age that this would be my playground someday…

Well those days have definitely arrived and I won’t even tell you exactly how many times I have gone this year alone /: (mostly for bachelorette, birthday, and family 21^st parties). In my last post I mentioned that I really amaze myself with how much more confident I am than say, three our four years ago. I think it’s because I really know who I am, I know what I want- and while I’m always looking to evolve (be it furthering my knowledge, or lowering that number on the scale) I don’t really care *as much about what people think of me.

About two weekends ago I found myself in Vegas again, this time with the fam. After two days of some serious family fun time I decided to spend my last night in Vegas doing my own thing. My brother was already hitting the clubs with his boys, I did not have my BFF (aka “my other half”) or a boy toy to go out with.  But I packed a super cute going-out-in-Vegas outfit that I could not ignore.   I’ll insert here that I love getting a little extravagant in Vegas. The fake eyelashes were on, I was strapped in my best push up and Julie France shaper- and made a dress out of a stretchy- super sparkly old pencil skirt and our lovely Boardwalk Breeze Top that I packed, “just in case”. I was actually quite proud of my whole “look” even if I slightly resembled a disco ball – I LOVE disco balls!

It was decided.  Tonight I was going to have a blast all on my own.

I have a really good friend (who is actually my BFF’s ex -long story…) who lives in Vegas and is a true VIP host to the rich & famous. Being that we’ve always been great friends I ended up texting him that I was in town.   We chit chatted about his new “Girl” – which I swear he does, just so I can pass this information on to my BFF- in case she wanted to know. LOL. He then told me I should go out and meet up with his friends since they had a table.  I wouldn’t need to pay for anything, but would just need to make my way to the club.  Sweet deal right???

Umm yeah….no.

I arrive at Marquee (which is one of the newer more popular nightclubs in Vegas) and I’m greeted by an entire floor packed with people dressed to party. And no, not just any people, I’m talking the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen in my life – so tall, tan, lean and fit. I know I stuck out like a big, sore yet oh so sparkly thumb.

It was a hot mess.  There were so many lines that I didn’t know what meant what and what went where. I was there alone and actually not being “walked in” (like I usually am) so I was stuck.  Then I got smart!  I wiggled my way through a pack of people to talk to one of the bouncers. I told him that I have a table in the club and all of my friends are there except me. He then directed me to a slightly more organized line that he called “Table Add On’s”. I sigh….  So I get there and everyone in front of me is in some sort of fabulous group… a group of tall blonde gazelles, a group of Jersey-Shore worthy guys, a group of a short, cute bridal party… and then, there was me – the sparkly plump loner.  I dislike waiting and was SO not used to this!!!

So then I did something pretty crazy (all without any liquid courage).  When the groups were not looking, I kind of cut them off… Come on! You all have done this once in your life!!! This was my turn!!! Plus they weren’t paying attention and after the stares I’ve gotten from these groups, I didn’t really feel bad. I ended up behind a group of Asian guys who were in line to be walked to their table. I keep hearing bouncers around the entrance yell “We are at capacity.  No one is getting in right now.  Everyone take a step back.”   I then swiftly go to a different bouncer (still by my group of Asian Persuasions) and explain who I am, the name my table is under and explain once more that it’s “just me…” He then tells me to stay where I am and I will get in soon. Two minutes pass – that same bouncer opens the velvet rope for the Asian Persuasions and… I follow.

The bouncer definitely talked to me earlier but did not acknowledge me at all as I tailgated this group to their table. This whole time, mind you, I’m expecting someone from the crowd to point me out and say something along the lines of, “yeah right – she’s getting in but no one else can? She is ridiculous…”

I looked confident and kept my eyes straight ahead. It’s funny because I almost want to say the Asians told a different bouncer that their group of 8 ended with him but the bouncer did not do anything.

I made it IN…

The club was ridiculous – so packed and beautiful and they were playing my favorite Benny Benasi Song (Cinema- the Skillrex Remix- look it up its life changing!). I decided to go look for my friends and I swear this place was huge!!!  Tables were all around with cabanas around the pool and I, for the life of me, could not find them.  At this point none of my calls or texts were going through so I decided, “Screw it.  I’m here.  I’m doing this.”

As I sipped my cosmo, made friends, danced wherever I stood, and then sort of roamed the place…  I then found my haven in this crazy place to be alone at, the craps table. I will have you know I have barely learned how to play but each time I did, I would walk away with a nice dose of extra cash. Not only that – I am a natural born “shooter” where I make everyone win money.  My new crap table friends give me compliments on my lucky ring, and they even tip and hug me – I know – best thing ever!!! So sure enough, I spent the majority of my night dancing at my craps table, and making lots of new friends.  Still no texts or calls from my friends that were here at the table so I ended up leaving that club when it closed around 4/5 am…

Usually, when I’m walking back to my room at this hour, I don’t feel so great – but this time I felt borderline AMAZING.  :))

This experience was something else.  If you’ve never done this, grow a pair of fabulous disco balls and do this. Another thing I will consider life changing…

Xoxo, V