It's Friday, Get Your Vegas On!!

Most of you don't know this but my super talented husband is the creative mind behind the very successful advertising campaign for Las Vegas. "What Happens Here Stays Here ". They have launched a new interactive website for their new ads! It's a ton of fun. Check it out

Since it's Friday and I 'm sure you are wanting to get your party started so you can fly your freak flag proudly. I thought I would provide you with some inspiration by giving you a close up view of two of my home towns hottest night spots.

First, we have the hangout of the perpetually wasted, extension sporting, no underwear wearing, queen of trailer trash, Britney Spears. PURE in Caesars Palace.



The rooftop bar overlooking the strip is the place to be on a Friday night. The view is fantastic and unlike the interior rooms there is plenty of oxygen for those of you who like to breath. For a couple of hundred bucks you can bribe your way up the elevator to this lofty perch and be seated in your own private cabana where you can then shell out many more hundreds for bottle service and all the slutty hostesses you could possibly want to mix your drinks. Luckily when I have gone there it's always been for private parties and it's an open bar - I can't afford simple luxuries like bottle service!

The infamous "Red Room"shown at the top right, is reserved for only the most elite of celebrity partiers. I am positive that Britney's naked butt cheeks have graced that sofa.


The interior is well done with lots of sexy drapery and loungable furnishings (aka make out beds). Colored lights set the mood. These pictures are a bit misleading because when you are there in person it is filled with Tara Reid and Paris Hilton wanna be's and you can't really see much of the interior.


The private booths with filmy fabric walls are premium seating - again this will cost you.



For the slightly more sophisticated, the place to be is TAO. The Asian masterpiece at The Venetian. Tao actually offers delicious food and good service especially upstairs in the private lounge
Giant Buddha's and barrel shaped booths create a surreal, spicy environment that oozes trendy. Young beautiful things sip martinis and pack the dance floor gyrating to techno music.


Red venetian glass chandeliers remind patrons that they are still in The Venetian while they drink the night away into the wee wee hours.

Celebrity sightings here tend to be more along the lines of Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson with the occasional Justin Timberlake.

So wherever you are and whatever you're doing this weekend - Party like a rock star would if they were at TAO or PURE with no underwear on. Go Vegas!!

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Cazry!!!

Weekend Inspiration - White Trash Wedding

Just felt I had to share.


One more example of American sophistication!

Vacation is for the Birds!

A tropical paradise!



Just a quick post from Santa Monica CA. I've been spending some time reading second rate paper back novels by the pool. This morning I decided to go have a nice breakfast at one of the cafes at my hotel - the Fairmont Santa Monica. Its a lovely hotel, a bit past its prime but still getting a solid **** 1/2 stars for it's efforts. The outdoor cafe is a beautiful setting complete with waterfalls, koi pond with turtles, and a certain European sensibility that appeals to my snooty, semi-world traveler persona.


The view from my breakfast table above was lovely and the sounds of the trickling waterfall drowned out the traffic noise and children screaming in the pool. All was right with the world. As I sat and soaked up this lovely scene, drinking my English Breakfast tea with a splash of milk, I pondered the thought of how fortunate I was to be able to enjoy such a splendid morning as this.


Just as these warm and fuzzy thoughts were soothing my over-worked brain I was brought back to the harsh reality of my life.

A large bird had just shit on my shoulder.

Yes I said shit as that is the only word to describe the goopy green turd that destroyed my peaceful morning. Now I am sure there are many different ways to react when a bird drops a giant load on you in public. My response was first one of disgust. Secondly, I became aware that my flailing of the arms and hands might alert my other diners to my predicament so I tried to wipe off the offending poo with as much decorum as possible. I waved for my check and proceeded to pretend that nothing had happened all the while dying to get back to room and rip off the poop stained shirt I was wearing.

I managed to wipe off most of the offense and I thought I had done a pretty good job of disguising my ordeal and I was sitting quietly waiting for my check. Suddenly, Rico Suave Italian dude tapped me on my shoulder. "Yes", I said demurely, pleasantly surprised by Rico's smarmy good looks! He leaned down to whisper something to me. What could it be, I wondered?........ "You missed some", was his remark as he pointed to my back. Yes, there was still a long green trail of bird crap all the way down the back of my shirt.

Nothing will bring you down off your lofty perch as fast as a bird dropping it's goods on you in public. And that, my friends, is my thought for the day.