A Pretty Girl's Guide to Vegas: Shameless

shame·less [sheym-lis]
–adjective
1. lacking any sense of shame: immodest; audacious.
2. insensible to disgrace.
3. showing no shame.

—Synonyms

1. brazen, indecent, impudent, bold, unabashed, unashamed.

2. hardened, unprincipled, corrupt.

Used in a sentence: “I’m Mrs. Oh My God, That Britney’s Shameless” – Piece of Me (Yes, I just quoted Britney Spears… that’s journalistic integrity at its finest)

Audacious, brazen, bold… that looks about right.

One thing that I have learned in my trips to Vegas is that sometimes (most of the time) it pays to be unabashedly shameless. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about walking around all day in a shirt designed by J-Woww or making … um… “un-ladylike” promises to gentlemen to get your way. All I am saying is that sometimes that extra courageous step (that you would never make in your home town) can turn an average Vegas night into something much more.

To use the term invented by Alice in Wonderland, I always feel like I have more “much-ness” as soon as my stilettos hit the strip. Maybe it’s the desert air… or the bright lights… or the fact that public intoxication is encouraged. Regardless, being a little shameless in Vegas has always paid off for my dolls and me. Here are some examples from my most recent trip…

The Unashamed:

The first time I met JT Vegas to discuss adding “A Pretty Girl’s Guide to Vegas” to http://www.doinvegas.com/ he asked me where some of my favorite places in Vegas were. When I told him that my favorite place to “slum it” was the Harrah’s outdoor bar he told me “never, ever tell anyone that… ever”. Sorry JT, but the dolls and I just can’t help but love this place. While I would never suggest spending an entire night there (for your liver’s sake) it is the perfect stop mid-Strip for some day drinking. The bartenders are extremely talented and hilarious, the crowd looks like they just left a Toby Keith concert or a Nascar Race and the drinks are reasonable. It’s not pretentious, and just the perfect place to let your hair down and get after it with your friends.

True story: The dolls and I were taking turns playing blackjack at one of their outdoor tables (so fun) and we were sitting next to a gentleman who was clearly flaunting his money. He kept telling each of us that he was an oilman, and to finish a rig he needed to write a check for nearly $400,000 the next day. He was obvi BSing because if you have that kind of money you would be sitting in the high rollers’ room at the Bellagio, not at a $10 minimum table at Harrah’s. You know what shut him up? “Hey Mr. Oilman, want to buy me a pair of Manolos? What’s another grand right?”

If you are feeling extra shameless order a BJ shot… totes not what you would expect so prepare yourself to get a little messy.

The Bold:

The first night we were in Vegas I had already gotten us set up with VIP to PURE at Caesar’s Palace, but after discussing the plans over some martinis we decided a change in venue was in order, especially with Thursday being a big night at TAO. I was a little concerned at first because we weren’t on any list, and didn’t even have any VIP cards on us at that point. “Oh well,” I thought as we climbed onto the escalator in the Venetian. “We’ll deal when we get there.”

1 minute later we had our wristbands and hand stamps. How? Well, I found a guy in a suit, positioned myself in front of him and proceeded to look like I was mulling over a big decision.

This conversation followed:

“Did you girls want to get in line to get in?”

“Well, actually, we have VIP at PURE tonight, but we heard TAO was the place to be on Thursdays. We don’t wait in line though”

“Um… ugh… we are kind of busy tonight.”

“No problem! See you later this weekend… maybe.”

“Hold on. (grabs clipboard and chats on earpiece) Right this way ladies.”

A little threat never hurt anyone.

The Indecent:

If you are going to Vegas with your girls I have only one thing to say: Stripper 101.
Located at Planet Hollywood in the V Theater it is an absolute must. While I admittedly failed lap-dancing miserably, I took to the pole like a natural. It’s a great work out, there is a bar (necessary) and you will never laugh so hard. Not to mention, from what I hear, there is nothing like the look on your cab drivers face when you tell him to hurry up because you are “late for stripper class”.

I now have my Official Stripper License under the name “Bunni”… yes, with an “I”.

The Brazen:

I can once again thank the Palms for giving me the very best night of my Vegas trip. I could, and probably will soon, write an entire article on how amazing the Palms truly is. I was lucky enough to get in contact with Palms VIP Girl (http://www.palmsvipgirl.com/) who set me up with a comped dinner at Nove and table/bottle service at RAIN before I even left Cleveland. Thanks Shawna!

Brazen enough as it was to get those little gems from the Palms prior to arrival, it was nothing compared to what happened once we got there. I think pictures will be the best way to describe this night...

I highly recommend the strawberry-passion fruit bellini made with prosecco... yum!

Pizza, ravioli, and Italian-Stallions...

Here is where the brazen comes in... We kept seeing this mohawk-ed man in a chef's coat walking by, so I say to my Vegas P.I.C. FashionFace "I think that is Chef Geno... the head chef here." Well now we obviously need to meet him (you should all know that I am enthralled with cooking and get totally starstruck by amazing chefs... just ask Michael Symon). Next time he walks by our table let out an adorable chorus of "Chef Geno! Can we have a picture?" Like a true gentleman he obliged...

Then treated us to a round of delish espresso shots...

Then took us through the kitchen...

And finally showed us his "Door of Fame"... which sadly we were not allowed to sign, but a girl can dream. ***Side note: I'll have more from Chef Geno in a later post because he was sweet enough to grant me an interview. Lo manco Chef Geno...Il mio gusto preferito***

From there we were "requested" at the Playboy Club. P.S. Best bathroom in Vegas!

Then we headed to RAIN to enjoy our comped bottle of Kettle One...

And finally ended it with a ride in a Lambo... obviously.

How could anyone not love it there?

Until next time dolls... Baci! XOXO

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