What Happens In Vegas Part Deux: The Recap

Supposedly whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Except for bouts of food poisoning.

Yes, folks. Little ole me got hit an unwelcome two-day illness while living it up in Sin City. Good thing is the dreaded food poisoning (which could have either been from that way-too-cheesy omlette at 4 am Saturday morning or my meal at IHOP at 1 pm Saturday afternoon) didn't arrive till my second night there, so I was allowed one full-on night of debauchery.

Highlights of my trip:

1. Seeing my hometown girlfriends. Basically, it was a quintet of trouble.

2. The amazingly huge bathrooms at the Aladdin Hotel. Huge shower, huge tub, huge toilet room, huge mirror, plenty of room for five girls to get all dolled up for a night on the town.

3. The ahi tuna entree at Seablue at the MGM Grand Hotel. Worth every bit of a fairly hefty price tag -- and not a ridiculously small size, either.

4. The KA Cirque De Soleil show at the MGM -- if you've never seen a Cirque show, it's something you need to do at least once in your lifetime. The acrobatic skill, grace and strength of those performers...beyond amazing.






5. Club hopping Friday night from Tangerine to Rain to Ghost Bar to Moon Lounge. All in the span of four hours. And the music at Tangerine was booty-shakin', I tell ya.

6. Getting a gratis issue of OK! Magazine in our room from the hotel. Gotta keep up on the celeb news!

7. Not spending a dollar to lose a hundred dollars on the slot machines. They're the devil -- but oh so hard to resist.

8. Rocking my new Sass & Bide blouson top with skinny black pants and my favorite black and gold suede/mock croc heels.

9. Prancing into Tryst at the Wynn Hotel without having to wait in that huge line-up. The club was hopping, the decor was sexy and impeccable, the crowd and workers were super good-looking on both ends, the waterfall outside the patio was gorgeous and watching random girls try to get all down 'n' dirty onstage (unsuccessfully, mine you) was priceless.

10. Bed-sharing with friends. Tight squeeze for sure.

11. Being a girl in Vegas, because we seriously reign supreme like queens in that town.

Despite getting ill -- not the highlight of the trip and cause for a very, very long drive home (many thanks to the helpful pharmacist at Walgreens on Tropicana that prescribed all the appropriate meds to keep me in check for the drive) -- I had a fantabulous time. How could anyone not??

Oh, and I'm feeling much much better. Nothing a good night's sleep in a warm bed and an episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition can't cure.








I'm Lovin' it: This cutesy-putesy sweater dress from Red Pearl boutique in Williamsburg, New York. The store is definitely for fashionable hippies -- here you'll uncover label upon label of comfy-chic clothing. I also dig their representation of local artists, whether it's music or art or photography. If you're around the area, just hop on the L-train to Bedford Avenue.

I'm Over it: Fashion break-ups. The latest is from CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund winners Trovata -- who also happen to be SoCal boys from Newport Beach. Lamberto-Egan jumped ship awhile ago to follow his girlfriend up North, and now Halmos and Shipley are parting ways with Whitledge to start their own line. Whitledge will continue to carry the preppy-meets-surfer Trovata torch. "Creative differences" when it comes fashion break-ups sound a lot like "irreconcilable differences" when it comes to divorce.

Track of the Day: "Take Me To The Hospital" by The Faint. Expect heavy synchronization, electronic syncopation, background clapping and major bass from this Omaha, Nebraska group. It's basically The Killers -- as an 80s band. Check out their pseudo-animated music video on You Tube.

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