|
Should
auld acquaintance be forgot? Seriously, should it? January
presents us each a fresh opportunity. But December was
certainly a month to remember! Let's see...
The
month kicked off with the third annual
Four Seasons Hotel Las Vegas
charity luncheon with emcee Frank Scinta on Saturday,
December 2. This year, because all of the fabulous folks
down at Four Seasons Hotel Las Vegas are animal lovers, they
decided to add an extra component to the program–Haute Dogs.
At “Haute for the Holidays and Haute Dogs” local media
personalities including gossip columnist Norm Clark,
Chippendale Nathan Minor, and Zowie Bowie marched down the
catwalk with some very lucky, furry pals--either their own
pets or like me, with a loaner dog! Proceeds from the
luncheon and silent auction benefited the UNLV Cancer
Research Center as well as the Lied Animal Foundation. With
my hipster pooch (nicknamed Avril Lavigne) by my side, I
strutted whatever stuff I have; I think Avril was even
adopted following the show! All in all that day, I wore over
$2,500 in exquisite clothing by Just Cavalli at the Mandalay
Place shops which was only mildly slobbered on by the twin
Italian Greyhounds.
That
very night, 12 lovely ladies and one very lovely man
competed in the first annual
Beauty Bar Drop Dead Gorgeous
national beauty pageant at Celebrity. Before the night was
over, I helped crown three winners on stage, the first place
trophy going to Vegas' own Grace Atencio who will pass on
her Miss Beauty Bar 2007 title next year. I also got to tie
up hustler-turned-rapper Mickey Avalon on stage with a
feather boa and help guest emcee John Waters get back into
his changing room when he and his martini were locked out.
The afterparty at
Beauty Bar was a fabulous blur as we celebrated with all
of the Drop Dead Gorgeous contestants and our generous host,
Beauty Bar owner Paul Devitt.
I
returned from my week in Palm Springs attending
Tony Robbins'
Date With Destiny seminar (So. Amazing.) to find the holiday
season in full swing. Las Vegas legend James Reza's annual
holiday party lived up to its infamous reputation as did
Body English
Dorm Days II the next night at the Hard Rock. But there
was no time to get comfortable or even to unpack as New York
beckoned, baby!
My
Christmas Eve-Eve was spent at NYC's
Pacha New York,
the owners of which have been confirmed to be looking for
Vegas digs. In the house room, DJ Theo spun for the
pre-holiday crowd while we partied with DJ Times Magazine.
Meanwhile upstairs in the hip-hop room DJ Get Live
entertained even Santa himself plus a naughty little elf. It
made be so glad to live and party in Vegas where you can
never, ever overdress. I was jealous of the lack of smoking
in the clubs. Except for the DJ booth where it appeared to
be mandatory. Still it was interesting to see that Grey
Goose is going for $350 beyond the gates of Sin City.
Later
that week, after seeing the Spelling Bee on Broadway with
the loving parents (thank you!) after getting our Rodizio on
at Churrascaria Plata Forma Brazilian restaurant, the party
was definitely at Tao
NYC. While the layout and function of Tao
New York is slightly different than Tao Las Vegas, the vibe
is the same: sexy, and buzzing with the anticipation of what
might happen next! Well, what happened next was cocktails at
Buddakan,
"fourth meal" at Pop
Burger (someone please open one of these
here!) before finally finding our way to
Marquee. There,
Andrew "Goldie" Goldberg met us at the door, gave us the
ultimate tour of the joint and proved that you don't have to
live in Vegas to go buckwild at a club in the middle of the
week. Despite knowing only two people in the club's two
rooms, I felt as comfortable and as at home as if I were at
Tao Las Vegas on Thursday for Worship.
Jetting home just in time for New Year's Eve, I was
surprised to find out that my "usual" room at the
Frontier had
actually been held for me! I packed up in under 10 minutes
and hurried down before the traffic could engulf the side
streets near the Strip. What I had not expected was that
this year I would be placed in a ginormous mega-suite on the
16th and top floor. The living room and bar were too big for
just little 'ol me. The bathroom, my friends, was larger
than my living room/dining room in my house. I pieced my
night together with stops at
Tao and
Pure where I
welcomed 2007 from the patio, under the stars and next to
them! Britney was a mere panty-fling from where I stood. I
made good use of the 9 to midnight hours for my
column but it's what happened after that that
has become my anecdote whenever anyone asks how my New
Year's was. If my badly typed notes are remotely correct, I
skittered out of Pure somewhere around 2:30 a.m. Barefoot.
Yes, I pulled a Britney. I even dropped one of my shoes on
the red carpet for good measure and had to ask a security
guard to retrieve it. Ugh. Can you say mortified? Good,
because at that moment, I simply couldn't have. I tried to
walk back to the hotel in those heels, calling friends and
wishing them a Happy New Year to take my mind off the pain
but in the end, Britney won and the shoes were under my arm
like a football. I laughed all the way back to the Frontier.
With chocolates on my pillow, champagne in my fridge and my
Killers CD blaring, I ushered in 2007 MY way! And on January
1, I went to my office in slippers.
Happy
New Year, Las Vegas!
|
