I wanted to post this last night, but the internet at the hotel was down. I hope I’m not leaving ANYTHING out! It was just too outrageous!
So Nica and I get to back to the hotel about 10:30 Vegas time. It is LATE our time. Our choices are get into a cab and check out Studio 54 or walk around the corner to Krave, Vegas’ “alternative club.” We decide since we are probably doing 54 Saturday night with my other friend who is here, we’ll just go to Krave. We just wanted a drink or too, it was late for us and we didn’t plan to stay out too late (remember this!)
So we get to Krave, swanky little club. There is a stage area, a dance floor below the stage, and then the bar area elevated in back above the dance floor and stage. On the stage is the DJ as well as a guy playing a sorta electronic like drum set to the music the DJ was playing. Never seen that done at a club before, it was neat. Lots of VIP couches and lounges that you have to reserve, I guess it’s for the important rich people and stuff to have their fabulous get togethers and drink 1000 dollar bottles of Crystal.
So we get our drinks and hang out, people watching and stuff. A very interesting and diverse crowd, a little bit of everything really. The club seems VERY popular with the blond girl Paris Hilton wanna be type crowd.
So we continue to talk, telling each other stories about are families and what not. Suddenly we notice the bartenders are beginning to take off their clothes! One of them had a fricken Superman S on his chest, I mean life size as if he has the outfit on. He was in the distance, so we couldn’t tell if it was a real tattoo or a temporary. If it was real, that takes some balls to put on your chest.
Then we notice gogo boys had appeared in various areas of the club, one on the stage, two others on these platforms. This is when Nica begins to become VERY amused. She became fixated on this one guy who wouldn’t take his jeans down and show his underwear, at one point yelling out “Take it off!” (BTW Nica is now awake and still talking about the guy who wouldn’t take his pants off).
Eventually I decide we need to dance, cause people are dancing, we are a tad tipsy, and it would help burn off the alcohol. So we’re on the dance floor dancing and having fun, more people watching. There were the girls in these vinyl outfits, they were so cool! One had this black Michelle Pfieffer as Catwoman in Batman type outfit, the other had this Sailor Moon school girl thing going on. Funky!
Then suddenly these two gogo boys hit the main stage together. They were dancing around each other and really working up the crowd into a frenzy. I’ll just let you figure that one out on your own. This is when every woman in the place zooms to the stage with their dollar bills. This is also the point where Nica, former Catholic school girl, hard core Republican, two time George Bush voter starts screaming stuff at the gogo boys like “Woooo Spank His Ass Baby!” I’m in between utter shock having NEVER seen things like this at clubs in Philly and laughing hysterically at Nica’s reaction to the gogo boys.
Eventually we decide it’s time to go, but we decide to make a pit stop at McDonalds first as I decide grease will also do us some good. Nica decides I have to order her a happy meal, so I do. I can’t remember the last time I got a happy meal for me or anyone else. As we are in line, ahead of us are these two guys. I’m not sure what party they were at, but one had on this green plaid suit that was way too small for him, the other had on a woman’s leopard print pajamas that were way too small for him as well. He also had on this green beaded 1920s flapper cap. At one point flapper boy is like “It’s not polite to stare.” The woman in line ahead of us is like, “How can you not?” Nica’s saying “God I love Vegas!”
On the way back to the hotel we see some group of children, okay high schoolers, walking by with a case of Corona Light. Yeah okay, whatever, totally not old enough and just parading around the street with it. The kid with the Coronas looks at Nica and says “Sup sexy lady!” I have to hold in my laughter again!
We get back to the room at 3am Vegas time, 6am our time. I don’t know HOW we stayed awake so long. Must be that oxygen they pump into places here.
I don’t think anything will top last night for a long long long time.