OH Las Vegas SHOW Girl........Abbers

Discussion in 'The Watercooler' started by Star*, Feb 11, 2010.

  1. Star*

    Star* call 911........call 911

    WHERE ARE YOU?????? :tongue:
  2. witzend

    witzend Well-Known Member

    Isn't she in Vegas?
  3. gcvmom

    gcvmom Here we go again!

    She met up with Raoul up in the high-roller penthouse. They're hot tubbing and will hit the tables this afternoon. Then tonight he'll be admiring her from the audience as she dons her feathered headdress and rhinestone pasties for her Folies Bergere debut!:hellosoldier:
  4. Star*

    Star* call 911........call 911

    I sense.........music....and Skippy Peanut butter. A possible trip to the animal shelter.
  5. gcvmom

    gcvmom Here we go again!

    In that order?
  6. TerryJ2

    TerryJ2 Well-Known Member


    I want to see a Las Vegas show. Or NY. Or even Chicago. ;}

    How is she going to have a good time with-that tailbone of hers?
  7. GoingNorth

    GoingNorth Crazy Cat Lady

    I'm trying not to imagine sitting for five hours on a broken tailbone in a cramped airline seat.

  8. mstang67chic

    mstang67chic Going Green

    Doughnut pillow. :tongue:
  9. GoingNorth

    GoingNorth Crazy Cat Lady

    Have to be a mighty small donut
  10. Abbey

    Abbey Spork Queen

    I.am.alive. I think.

    It was a wonderful 4 days in the house of 5 guys. There is rarely of moment that you aren't laughing.

    It was -3 when I left WI and 65 glorious degrees when I got to Vegas. The next morning I'm sitting by the pool in shorts and a t-top. The guys eventually stroll out in winter parkas. I just shook my head.

    Saw my youngest son a few times, which was so good. He's a great kid. Also saw Old Bill. That was a tough one as his age is catching up with him. It was a nice visit, though.

    Had two job interviews. Only time will tell. Met with publisher.

    Tailbone issues? Oh, my. I flew out on Allegiant Air. Very cheap, but a sardine would be hard pressed to sit in that seat for 4 hours. It's like being at a buffet with starving people. No one checks their bags, etc. The security checking was the most rigorous I've ever seen. I think I somehow starred in a porn movie.:anxious:

    The flight back was a different story. Sitting for 6.5 hours was PAINFUL. Then I get to Milwaukee where H was supposed to be picking me up...nope. He was running late for a gig so he told me to take a taxi there. $68 later I arrive at his event and sat absolutely exhausted until 2am. My tush was pretty sore.

    About the only Vegasy style thing I did was watch my friend's band play one night. Never stepped inside a casino. It was just good to see old friends.

    I do believe I did see Raoul there, but he was donned with a show girl on each arm and looking rather pleased.:D

    Now Skippy, one of the 5 guys, didn't know I was coming. I came downstairs early the first morning and he's getting ready to cook breakfast with a cast iron grill. He says..."DEB!!!" He runs over and gives me a nice slap on the rear end with the skillet. I screamed so loud that a few other guys came running out to see what was going on. He felt so bad but of all the places to give a smack???

    Anywho, H and I go to leave the gig last night at 2am and the heater won't start in the kidnapper van. Not good when there is not only ice on the outside, but on your inside windshield. Suffice it to say that I spent the next 2 hours with a window scrapper while H tried to navigate the highway home. It was -7 at that point. H says...don't breathe on the windows. Okay, as I look around...where would you like me to breathe, eh? And, I was only wearing summer clothes. That was fun.

    I collapsed within minutes of getting home.

    About the only really funny story was the first night I was there for just a few minutes the front door opens. All the guys look at each other with that guy only silent talk..just roll. I'm all confused. This girl struts in with magnitude 10 attitude and my host, M, says, "Hey Angela! I'm so glad you came by. (Insert him putting his arm around my waist.) I'd like to introduce you to my new wife." She accuses him of lying and the other guys chime in like they've rehearsed this many times. Oh yeah...they got hitched last Saturday. Then another would chime in with details. I'm just standing there with a pasted grin on my face. I hold out my hand to greet her and she looks at M and slugs him a good one in the chest screaming every cuss word possibly known to mankind, then punches a hole in the wall. She stomps out.

    I'm looking around like...what the flipping hell is going on here? I guess it's a former girlfriend that he's been trying to break up with for months but she won't allow it. I promptly walked over and locked all doors and said they'd stay locked while I was there. She was a doosey.

    All in all it was a wonderful trip. I can't wait to go back!