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So Vegas was fun. Absolutely perfect weather. And even though it was my third time visiting it was Joe's first so it was a pleasure experiencing it all over again with him, as well as what little time we had with the bride and groom, and the two secret service men that came with them -- both of whom got very drunk Monday night after the wedding shooting craps at the Sahara and best man Stan fell asleep in the casino men's room with his Corona still in hand. And the wedding went off without a hitch, which I think everyone was grateful for -- although they were supposed to get the fat Elvis for the ceremony but hey, it was still Elvis. Not many can make that claim. Funniest moment during the reception was when S. whose breasts are as big as mine took a picture of her boobs with her cellphone and accidentally emailed it instantly to her mother. Mostly we were all drained. Vegas has a way of wearing you down, what with the dry desert air, the dehydration, on top of the jet lag and just running around everywhere, we all took our share of power naps during the afternoon. Maybe because we're also old. A part of me is alarmed to discover that this might be more than partially the case.
Oh yes. Sunday night at the House Of Blues in the Mandalay Bay. Cowboy Mouth rocked righteously. Vance was his usual smokin' hot self. After the show lead singer/drummer Fred said that the band would meet everyone outside in the casino to sign autographs, but while Joe and I waited by the T-shirt booth only Fred came out and no one else. We figured maybe Vance wasn't going to make it, so we snuck into the second room at the HOB to catch what was left of a very kick-ass Prince/The Time cover band, much to Joe's surprise and delight. I slipped back out a moment to see if maybe Vance made a showing, and sure enough, there he was, standing next to his girlfriend Joanne and two other people chatting (the photo at the top of this page for Betty's House charity shows a picture of Vance and Joanne in the center) so I moseyed over coyly and shook his hand telling him that he was fantastic that night, that I last saw him live at The Cold reunion in New Orleans back in 2001, and I enjoyed his Famous Pies album. He was quiet, yet polite. Very "Oh. Oh? Oh! Why, uh... thank you." I patted his shoulder and told him I didn't want to keep him so I bolted and ran back to the room where Joe was watching the Prince cover band and simply told him "I met Vance". Joe ran out of the club and I followed. He and I cornered Vance and Joanne in between some slot machines as they were making their way back to their room and I told him that my boyfriend also wanted to meet him briefly. Joe talked excitedly with Vance, telling him that he's been following his career since The Daily Show and how much pleasure he looks to be taking in performing live on stage. Basically both of us were babbling nervously, and I'm sure Vance thought I was a touch, ahhh... touched in the head. Vance introduced us to Joanne, who seemed wonderfully nice, and then we waved good-bye to each other as we let them go back on their way and we ran to catch a cab back to the Stratosphere.
Needless to say that seeing Vance, talking to Vance.... touching Vance.... aie-yie-yie. Let's just say Joe took full advantage of my libidinous state once we got back to the hotel room. ;-)
Other than that we just took our time and soaked up our rare vacation time with each other. Rode the rollercoaster at the Sahara, had lunch at Spagos (love that place), saw white tigers, went comic book shopping (I know, we could have done that at home) and basically enjoyed each other's company. Or at least I hoped he enjoyed mine. At least after the state I was in post Vance-encounter Sunday night. ;-)
Oh, and a stripper at the Spearmint Rhino drew a little cartoon piggie on Stan's foot and he had it tattooed there. Good times. Whatever happens in Vegas apparently comes home with you permanently inked into your flesh for your wife to discover next time you're padding around the house out of your footie pajamas.
Nice to be back!
Oh yes. Sunday night at the House Of Blues in the Mandalay Bay. Cowboy Mouth rocked righteously. Vance was his usual smokin' hot self. After the show lead singer/drummer Fred said that the band would meet everyone outside in the casino to sign autographs, but while Joe and I waited by the T-shirt booth only Fred came out and no one else. We figured maybe Vance wasn't going to make it, so we snuck into the second room at the HOB to catch what was left of a very kick-ass Prince/The Time cover band, much to Joe's surprise and delight. I slipped back out a moment to see if maybe Vance made a showing, and sure enough, there he was, standing next to his girlfriend Joanne and two other people chatting (the photo at the top of this page for Betty's House charity shows a picture of Vance and Joanne in the center) so I moseyed over coyly and shook his hand telling him that he was fantastic that night, that I last saw him live at The Cold reunion in New Orleans back in 2001, and I enjoyed his Famous Pies album. He was quiet, yet polite. Very "Oh. Oh? Oh! Why, uh... thank you." I patted his shoulder and told him I didn't want to keep him so I bolted and ran back to the room where Joe was watching the Prince cover band and simply told him "I met Vance". Joe ran out of the club and I followed. He and I cornered Vance and Joanne in between some slot machines as they were making their way back to their room and I told him that my boyfriend also wanted to meet him briefly. Joe talked excitedly with Vance, telling him that he's been following his career since The Daily Show and how much pleasure he looks to be taking in performing live on stage. Basically both of us were babbling nervously, and I'm sure Vance thought I was a touch, ahhh... touched in the head. Vance introduced us to Joanne, who seemed wonderfully nice, and then we waved good-bye to each other as we let them go back on their way and we ran to catch a cab back to the Stratosphere.
Needless to say that seeing Vance, talking to Vance.... touching Vance.... aie-yie-yie. Let's just say Joe took full advantage of my libidinous state once we got back to the hotel room. ;-)
Other than that we just took our time and soaked up our rare vacation time with each other. Rode the rollercoaster at the Sahara, had lunch at Spagos (love that place), saw white tigers, went comic book shopping (I know, we could have done that at home) and basically enjoyed each other's company. Or at least I hoped he enjoyed mine. At least after the state I was in post Vance-encounter Sunday night. ;-)
Oh, and a stripper at the Spearmint Rhino drew a little cartoon piggie on Stan's foot and he had it tattooed there. Good times. Whatever happens in Vegas apparently comes home with you permanently inked into your flesh for your wife to discover next time you're padding around the house out of your footie pajamas.
Nice to be back!
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