Deb, come join me at the 5-star hotel, where we can order room service and then just burn shit on the floor a la the giant wicker dude. Like, we could order lamb chops and then burn their little paper booties.
I'm thinking some highly rock and roll friendly venue, a la the Four Seasons. We can get the concierge to bring us up stuff, and then we can torch it in the bathroom sink, and wash it down the drain with water from all the fancy gilt taps.
What? It's harmless. We aren't asking for sandsharks or hot and cold running groupies, or something.
We aren't asking for sandsharks or hot and cold running groupies, or something.
I *do* require that all the orange M&Ms be removed from the basins of sugary treats that room service will be delivering every hour.
I *do* require that all the orange M&Ms be removed from the basins of sugary treats that room service will be delivering every hour.
In that case, the Bellagio is definitely indicated. We know Jay, one of the head concierges. I'll get the craft services list up; mine is, the blueberries must be on ice, to dump into the prosecco.
And I really don't think that a naked George Clooney clone, to tidy up afterward, is a bad notion, or too extreme.
After all, it is a five-star....
Attn L.A.-istas!
Y'know how Pete and I are going to be in town over Halloween weekend? Well, I just found out that Goth legends Bauhaus are going to be playing at the The Wiltern LG on Oct. 28th, 29th, and 30th. So! Who wants to go see Bauhaus with me? Drop me a line at my profile addy so we can figure out what night.
It's funny you say that because Vegas is such a personal experience - ie, Deb = Bellagio, Matt = Luxor, Aimee= Mandalay when someone else pays otherwise wherever is cheap
When Brendon goes by himself he stays in cheap out of the way joints. When I went with family (parents, grandparents) it was tacky strip. When it is the 2 of us, 5 star. It is a good thing that it offers so many options.
How you manage to balance this with also being the guy who has cradled MM and Aimée's baby daughter as if she were more precious than a Fabergé egg (which she is), earned a devoted following of students and parents and successfully mentored at least one student into a terrific tech program, and gave Nilly a sweet and gentlemanly personal tour of Disneyland, is just one of those eternal mysteries.
Well, ND rocks. As Wittgenstein noted, explanations have to come to a stop somewhere.
Who wants to go see Bauhaus with me?
Me. Shame about that whole country in between us thing.
Jilli - are they playing anywhere on Halloween proper? I'm just curious because that would seem to be such a great night to see them.
Granted, maybe they just go out and play instead.
That you rarely sleep, love a good Scotch, are well acquainted with a variety of debaucheries, and look very fetching in eyeliner.
I knew I missed ND, I just couldn't remember why.
Hey, what about a fall Buffista desert encampment? I'm partial to Arizona in December, but it's not quite warm enough for that -- October?
