June 15, 2004

• Moving out of 174 is an utter nightmare! I have too much crap. On top of that I just purchased another pair of shoes at Nordie. I might return them if my cousin has them at her store...that way I can help her get comission.

  
  

  Aside from nomadic preparations at the apartment, my weekend was pretty interesting...I went to vegas with my aunt for her bachelorette party. My responsibility was to detail the trip since I'm maid of honor. The original plan was to check in, gifts&games, dine, go clubbing for the night then the next day would be trip to the spa. My aunt then wanted to confirm all the plans with her girlfriends and sent them an email saying that I had planned: check-in, gifts&games, dine, strip clubbing and then spa...STRIP CLUB?!?! You should have seen the look on my face when I read that...

  
  

  I figure it was her way of saying..Diana, you're so lame--how can you throw a bachellorette party for me without the male strippers? Let me fix it for you by telling all my friend through this confirmation e-mail. So I call her to ask her about it and she casually replies: "yeah...I hear they have a good one called Olympic Gardens. My co-workers tell me it's very 'tasteful' you can check that one out." I figure that was what she really wanted since she practically gave me instructions, so I scheduled that in for them. I didn't have an ID to use, but I did find one in Sacramento while I was up north...but the girl was 4'10 and way more hispanic than I was...and it clearly wouldn't work. My aunt's brilliant friends spent a good 2 hours to come up with a complexed routine where I would use my aunt's ID and somehow recycle it back to my aunt when they checked for it. A good 2 hours wasted cuz they didn't even check.

  
  

  We got in and let me tell you....this club was as 'tasteful' as habanero chilis and as tasteless as bland porridge! It was SLEEZY! Downstairs for men, was like a brothel: women on over horndogs like mustard on hotdogs. Upstairs for women had its regulars but it really made me sick to see all those guys prancing around exploiting and exposing themselves! But they really know how to rob you...my aunts friends and I were attacked on the spot cuz we looked like major newbies and were practically forced to buy my aunt two lap dances and another one on stage. She was terrified! Which served her right for wanting to go to a male strip bar in the first place..at least it wasn't completely nude...so it was like underwear models in overly shrunk speedos. I bought her a drink and we left the place to go back to the Rio. I called it a night and the rest of the crew stayed up gambling. The next morning, the spa was out of the picture for everyone cuz they were knocked out, so I went solo and worked out. After that we ate some lunch and went shopping at the outlets then headed home. I have a bunch of pictures but I'll spare you all...and plus what good will they do me if I just post them without profit? hehe jk  goodnight.

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