Not gonna lie. Getting over the tramp stamp was tough. It’s still being discussed in fact. But we don’t want you to think that we spend all of our time in Vegas soaking up rays (although we spent some pretty quality time at the Producer’s Pool; it has the BEST scenery!) We like to party… And we’re not talking about Pioneer Square, drag your boys and their beer around the Pub Crawl, force them to lazily skiff their feet back and forth in a motion they call dancing, party. We P.A.R.T.Y. – high ball cocktails, sexy dresses, and uninhibited beats you can’t help but move your body like a cyclone to. Now for some of us this is innocent fun. We’re married. The hubby’s are at home faithfully keeping the house clean, watching the kids, and doing yard work. For the others, those in “relationships” (just because you’ve gone out on 3 dates does not mean it’s forever girls) and those who are single can REALLY tear it up! In case you haven’t been to Vegas before let us reassure you, there is no shortage of extremely hot men.
Clubbing in Vegas is a game; a delicate balance of keep away and chase. There are predators out there ladies. You must beware. Hidden under trying-too-hard-to-look-expensive shirts, gallons of A & F’s Fierce and fancy pick-up lines they’ve googled are what can only be described as: hyenas. The Hyena: a scavenger; an ugly varmint of an animal; too much of a coward to ask you to dance so must attack you from behind so you don’t know what’s hit you (or rubbed up on you in this case). They must be classified as hyenas because “dog” is just too nice a term. We constantly fight to protect our girls from hyenas. They are filthy and rabid and must be avoided!
Now that we have that nasty little lesson out of the way let us focus on the desirable. Whether you like them smooth and dark, or tall and beefy, or any combination in between, Vegas will not disappoint those of you looking for a little eye candy. Now for us married ladies window shopping is all that’s allowed, but for our single friends this is like being in the candy store!
So we have this one friend. We will call her Grace. Grace has been dating a guy for over a year. He is a good guy and all of us really like him. But she’s in Vegas. And there is no ring on her finger! She is a bit of a nut – she’s a cute girl and is super nice, but likes to live life dangerously on occasion – and we couldn’t love her more for it. On this night, as we “get low” and “party like a rockstar,” Gracie finds herself on the radar of a very hot blond. He’s definitely no hyena; gave her the eye from afar and waited for her to stare back, casually asked her to dance and then gave her some room to dance WITH him but NOT on top of him, and eventually asked if he could buy her drink. She agreed. All innocent, right? Virtually NO touching going on at this point. We are all giddy, living vicariously through her, especially as she whispers to Katie as she passes by on her way to the bar, “He’s got an Australian accent!”
And THEN, it happens.
Curious to find out what happens? Check back soon and we’ll tell ya!