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01-30-2009, 04:49 PM
January 10, Knife and I went to Las Vegas to go pick up his new toy- a 2009 Harley he ordered from military sales. We had to pick it up in Vegas due to the emissions on the bike not being up to CA stands for delivery of new equipment- whatever. Seeing that Vegas is only 4 hours away, it sounded like a great mini vacation getaway.
On Saturday the 10, Knife goes to DMV to get a drive away permit. We then go to the dealership to pick up said bike. Its not ready due to the frosty ball ride. Ok no problem, we will pick it up in the morning. Plus we don't have to worry about it overnight. Cool.
We decide to go gallivanting around Vegas, go to the spa, put some bills in the slot machines, appreciating adult beverages, so on and so forth.
I decide to go over to the Mandalay bay resort to see a friend who manages the Momma Mia Show(years ago I had managed Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables with her, thought we could catch up)
We buy more adult beverages, which come in cups just short of the size of Knife, on our way over to the casino.
Shock of shock, Momma Mia had closed for good on the 4th. Abba would play no more.
Knife and I decide to go over and see the Shark Reef Exhibit near the convention center, we were already at the casino, why not enjoy some of the sights?
So we the slightly inebriated duo head across the casino floor, noting how many people there were, but we attributed it to the Consumer Electronic Show being held at several of the hotel/casinos.
As we closed in on the convention center, the throng of people seemed to grow. It seemed like we were walking down a corridor of waiting people. Could the casino restaurants be that busy? was there a serious wait to see the sharks?
As we rounded the corner to get to the convention center and the shark tank, it became painfully obvious that we were walking down some sort of impromptu red carpet towards the convention center. And People were pointing at us and taking our photos.
Little warning bells should have been going off in my head way earlier, but the adult beverage(a mind eraser no less) had seriously clouded my judgment.
Knife and I were walking between two huge columns of people, some photographing us, others wanting to talk to us. We stop and take everything in around us.
Women in super revealing dresses, being escorted by men who had a snow balls chance in hell of actually dating these women. The makeup and hair styles were straight out of a video. And then we heard it, some man on the side yelled" there she is, it's Mink Stole!!!"
I am not an idiot, I know perfectly well who Mink Stole is, and now Knife and I know perfectly well where we are- a porn convention. Not only a porn convention, but as it turns out, we had been inadvertently walking the red carpet for the Adult Video Awards.
Instead of barreling back down the way we came, there were way too many people behind us, we try to head forward towards the Shark tank just to our right. 10 feet to freedom.
And then it happens, the shame of shame, someone asks us what we do. As they thrust a camera in our faces.
I stand there, Deer in head lights look on my face, way to embarrassed to say anything, to even try to explain what the hell I'm doing there, when knife in a fit of hilarity decided to seal my fate.
He grabs my hands, fades to the right, and says-
"Shes a fluffer, and is needed urgently backstage"
Any ideas on how to get him back?
On Saturday the 10, Knife goes to DMV to get a drive away permit. We then go to the dealership to pick up said bike. Its not ready due to the frosty ball ride. Ok no problem, we will pick it up in the morning. Plus we don't have to worry about it overnight. Cool.
We decide to go gallivanting around Vegas, go to the spa, put some bills in the slot machines, appreciating adult beverages, so on and so forth.
I decide to go over to the Mandalay bay resort to see a friend who manages the Momma Mia Show(years ago I had managed Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables with her, thought we could catch up)
We buy more adult beverages, which come in cups just short of the size of Knife, on our way over to the casino.
Shock of shock, Momma Mia had closed for good on the 4th. Abba would play no more.
Knife and I decide to go over and see the Shark Reef Exhibit near the convention center, we were already at the casino, why not enjoy some of the sights?
So we the slightly inebriated duo head across the casino floor, noting how many people there were, but we attributed it to the Consumer Electronic Show being held at several of the hotel/casinos.
As we closed in on the convention center, the throng of people seemed to grow. It seemed like we were walking down a corridor of waiting people. Could the casino restaurants be that busy? was there a serious wait to see the sharks?
As we rounded the corner to get to the convention center and the shark tank, it became painfully obvious that we were walking down some sort of impromptu red carpet towards the convention center. And People were pointing at us and taking our photos.
Little warning bells should have been going off in my head way earlier, but the adult beverage(a mind eraser no less) had seriously clouded my judgment.
Knife and I were walking between two huge columns of people, some photographing us, others wanting to talk to us. We stop and take everything in around us.
Women in super revealing dresses, being escorted by men who had a snow balls chance in hell of actually dating these women. The makeup and hair styles were straight out of a video. And then we heard it, some man on the side yelled" there she is, it's Mink Stole!!!"
I am not an idiot, I know perfectly well who Mink Stole is, and now Knife and I know perfectly well where we are- a porn convention. Not only a porn convention, but as it turns out, we had been inadvertently walking the red carpet for the Adult Video Awards.
Instead of barreling back down the way we came, there were way too many people behind us, we try to head forward towards the Shark tank just to our right. 10 feet to freedom.
And then it happens, the shame of shame, someone asks us what we do. As they thrust a camera in our faces.
I stand there, Deer in head lights look on my face, way to embarrassed to say anything, to even try to explain what the hell I'm doing there, when knife in a fit of hilarity decided to seal my fate.
He grabs my hands, fades to the right, and says-
"Shes a fluffer, and is needed urgently backstage"
Any ideas on how to get him back?