Vegas, Baby!

Spent the weekend in Vegas. G was chasing some boy who's a back-up dancer for the Celine show and we scored some free tickets for Satruday night and of course backstage passes and afterparties and blah blah blah....Anyway, G ducked out of work early on Friday and we hopped in his Miata and took off for the desert. We spent about half the drive continuing our neverending "Death Cab vs. Postal Service" debate, and then we segued right over to a discussion of Lost and how we both totally agree that they need to ditch all the mystery crap and just get that hobbit guy's shirt off, like, NOW. But if I'm gonna start talking TV, then I must tell you my dirty confession: I am a reality addict. Lost is great and all, but Survivor is the real thing! I don't see how anyone can compare the actual human drama you see on The Apprentice and American Idol to the phony manufactured emotions that you get from the rest of those so-called "dramas" that are just cooked up by a bunch of overpaid 30-something writers eating lunch at the Ivy every day.

But I totally lost track of Vegas-- So as soon as we got to the hotel (we stayed at the Palms, because I just HAD to see the suite where they did Real World), G started up a conversation in the lobby with the above-mentioned Hot Guy who's a backup dancer for Celine, and G was so smooth that Hot Guy was offering us those tickets within like five minutes. I don't want to sound corny or anything, but Celine's show is really really good. I was literally crying at some points, just with the overwelming magnitude of her performance, and the dancers, and the scenery and everything. And then the parties afterwards were... well, they were something else. Drinks, drinks, more drinks, Versace, flamethrowers, etc. It turned out that a LOT of her dancers were Hot Gay Guys, so G was pretty much in heaven.

Meanwhile, I was making my way through the crowd, looking for Rebound Material, vodka-tonic-twist in hand, when--

"V?"

"Sarah??"

--!! girlish squealing !!--

It was Sarah from high school! Had it been so long? She looked so different! If she hadn't seen me first, I would have never recognized her! And then later I secretly wondered if she had had some work done....

Sarah's an assistant at the PR company that represents Celine, so she travels with her boss back and forth between L.A. and Vegas about three times a month. Nice work if you can get it! We chatted for a while and did the total-L.A. thing of exchanging business cards, and it was pretty cool to relive the high school "glory days" such as they were.

Four vodka-tonic-twists later, I saw G slither out the door with Hot Guy (and potentially a few other Hot Guys now that I think about it), and Sarah and I were starting to talk about her loser brother and how she's trying to find him a nice girl in LA to hook up with. I took this as my cue to answer an urgent fake phone call and dash out.

G and I took off back for LA the following afternoon. On the ride home I got to thinking about Sarah and her glam job and her perfect nose...and how I totally forgot to hit on her!! What was I thinking??

Staring out at the passing cactuses, I fingered her business card in my pocket, and started to doze off....