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| - Spence from King of Queens works the velvet rope. Seriously. He tortured my ass Tuesday night, which is apparently industry night... whatever that means. I think it means stripper night, though.
I, along with my coworkers, were on some list, so we didn't have to pay the ridiculous cover. Thank God, it so would have NOT been worth it. Unfortunately, Spense made us wait forever to get in and I think it either had something to do with the guy in our group or the fact that it was stripper night and we weren't dressed for sex.
Have you ever been forced to take out someone you have nothing in common with and honestly don't want to spend 10 minutes with let alone an entire evening? A sales rep loaded her dorky son off on all of the young girls in the company. He was socially retarded and would look over his glasses when he talked to you instead of just looking through them (Ok, I sound like a total bitch. Nothing wrong with glasses, in fact, they can even be sexy. I'm just nitpicking because I couldn't stand this guy). My coworkers and I agreed the best thing about him was his dog. This stranger in the elevator overheard us and mumbled on his way out, "Glad I'm not that guy." It was weird because his mom is so great. I get the feeling she coddled his ass into being a mama's boy. I feel bad writing this, but he was just so strange and I am pissed that I was forced into hanging out with him my last night in Vegas. We had 6 spots on the list and he made 7, so we ended up having to wait in line forever. FOREVER. I would've gone back to the hotel, but I felt like all the waiting shouldn't be for nothing. And that damn Spence kept teasing us.
Once inside, I bee-lined it for the bar and promptly did a shot of vodka. At least the bartender was on top of things. Blush was beautiful inside, but tiny and crowded compared to the Vegas clubs I'm used to. I felt like Blush was the same as anything my hometown of Scottsdale has to offer. After having money rain on the dance floor at Tao, Blush was a big disappointment.
My coworkers and I did a lap, had a drink and left. Woo-fucking-hoo. The next day I had to endure lame jokes about Mama's Boy being my new boyfriend.
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