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GYPSY: (noun) One inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life. The first time I traveled alone I was 4. My mom pinned a note to my dress then put me on a plane from Atlanta to L.A. to visit my dad for the summer. That must have marked the beginning of my insatiable wanderlust because I can't seem to get enough of running away from home. In the mean time, I've spent my life between a career in the media and years in the hospitality industry. My independence has kept me single but that's a part of life when your first love is travel. I've been robbed in Australia and slept on a park bench in Amsterdam, but at the end of the day, I was on the road and that's where I'm most at home.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Lo$t Wage$




Another Vegas weekend is in the books and as far as they go, this one was quite tame. It was Lori's #* birthday and since she is the quintisenntial V-Town gal, we thought it only fitting to decend upon sin city for a girls weekend of drink, dance and debauchery. However, as we found out, the week before Christmas isn't really the time for items 2 and 3, simply because most places either shut down, pare down or the populus is just well, down.
We arrived on Friday around noon to find that the MGM Grand (Lori's sister Carol works in the VIP Lounge) was hosting the annual All-Star Cheerleader competition. If you are unaware of this phenomenon, it can be best described as a thousand perky little rug-rats in tight pony-tails, short skirts and glittery make-up that can be seem from Neptune. Throw in the random outbursts of chants and dances and you have a hotel full of purgatory for any adult who wanted to get away from their kids, which included our entire entourage. I was just annoyed at the fact that they would wear spongy rollers around in public, with their hair pulled back so tightly that it gave ME a headache. It wouldn't have been so bad if any of them had ever stayed in a hotel before, but in true "we've been let out of our cages" style, it was (1) pushing all the elevator buttons, (b) bursting into song at will and (III) jamming up every snack bar and vending machine this side of the Venetian. Anyway, at the end of the day, I was at least happy for them, it must have been great to be that young and get to go to Vegas especially the ones from every little podunk town in the US. Note to all, however, don't go to the MGM this week of the year...all the clubs and half of the restaurants were closed. Same with many other places so I guess just choose wisely.
Anyway, Lori had a great birthday weekend, we went to the Spa and had an amazing Sushi dinner at the Wynn...went dancing, got elbowed in the head by a couple of bouncers, and crashed early Saturday night. Friday stayed out dancing at Mandalay Bay...pretty much it! I did take photos of the strip and can't seem to download them because I used my old camera. Ugh.
Not much else to report. Honestly. Off to find work tomorrow...The $500 I have to my name won't last. Ugh.
***One crazy note***
Had breakfast at CHOW today and ended up sitting next to Clint Eastwood. We had a nice chat and when he left, patted me on the back and said "take care, kiddo!" LATERS!

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