I felt pretty pathetic:
A. because I am not as sweet as Naia who can talk/name-drop her way into any bar/club/restaurant.
and
B. because my friend owns them.
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Instead we partied at the Kitty Kat Club. Which was actually great fun with a cover band of hot chicks led by a girl who looked just like Elizabeth Hurley singing Nelly Furtado and Sexyback etc etc etc and everyone young and old and super-old dancing up a storm.
Around 1am we headed into the desert.
Because of the VMA's happening Sunday night all rooms in Vegas were like $800 or more and we decided that $800 would be better spent outlet-shopping.
We had planned to stay at Primm, where they have a nice resort/casino where the outlet stores live. But all four hotels in Primm were booked (who the hell stays in Primm????), forcing us to drive even further into the desert until we ended up here:
Katie put it best when she stepped out, looked around, and asked "Uh......are we in hell?"
The place was old obese elderlies, truck drivers, and Gambler Mexicans.
Also they had a single poker table which, instead of offering a sweet cash prize should you score a four of a kind or higher, offered a sweet free denim shirt.
(I played until 5am trying to win it.)
Katie went straight to bed.
Screaming.
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The following day we woke early to make it over to the outlets which are kind of a mixed bag of really awesome stores and some totally whack ones.
(P.S. Dan bought Emily's engagement ring at Ultra. Don't tell.)
(Just kidding.)
(Not really. I'm serious.)
(No, really. I'm kidding.)
(Maybe...)
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Unfortunately we didn't stay long enough to catch Lei Qiang and his Erhu.
We did however buy like way more than enough stuff.
And the drive back was cloud-filled, Celine-filled, and absolutely beauteous.
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