I arrived in Sin City only a few hours ago and it’s already been an adventure. It started out innocent enough. I checked into my palatial suite at the Venetian Hotel that could easily sleep six and within an hour changed and went to their ginormous gym to revive. Friends that got here earlier said when they were in the fitness center earlier today they worked out next to Yankees star A-Rod and Adam Sandler, but I ran three miles and only recognized my co-worker Ali. I tend to tune out at the gym, so didn’t really notice anyone other than DJ Chachi blaring on the new nano ipod I received for Christmas courtesy of the boys from tenjune.
After the gym, and a bubble bath, I headed over to the Palms Hotel where we watched the Patriots beat the Giants to continue their winning streak and walking out we passed a tattoo parlour – and two of my girlfriends went in to get tattoos! Still sober, only 8pm and early in the trip and they already have bandaged wrists covering their new, matching star tattoos! I watched, debating, but then realized if I did it I’d also have to invest in a watch (I don’t currently wear one) to wear whenever I went home to see my family. Eh, it’s only been a few hours, who knows what may happen tomorrow…or later tonight. I’m currently blogging while we wait for room service, then it’s off to parties at opening night of Cathouse (Mischa Barton was supposed to host but MIA due to her DUI) and then LAX xo