A Business Transaction...

Last weekend while down on the strip I found myself in a private bar called The Foundation Room. It is a fairly nice bar, located in the mandalay bay and is supposedly exclusive to members and their guests only. My boss had put me on the list so that we could venture up because I had never been. The night started out slow with a glass of champagne and some fairly interesting people watching. My parents were with us but they soon left, siteing the increasingly crowded bar and loud music.
Soon I found myself wandering through the bar, enjoying my greygoose and tonic while trying to avoid catching the attention of the 50-somethings slipping through the crowd. Eventually I settled in an area midway between the front door and the back patio entrance. Smiling and flirting my way into a new cocktail I met a real estate developer turned casino host. Our conversation went a bit like this:
Host: Hi, I'm host-guy (okay, I don't remember his name)
Me: Hi, I'm Ashley
Host: What do you do?
Me: I am an assistant to a real estate developer in Vegas (sort of true)
Host: I used to be a real estate developer, now I'm a casino host for Caesars. I make $150,000.00 a year... (he says this with a nice smugness that sort of turned my stomach)
Me: That's nice. Oh, is that my friend calling me?

Note of advice to all single men out there: Please don't tell me how much you make a year within two minutes of meeting me because I just don't care that much...

My second fantastic male encounter of the evening was even better. I was in the middle of a group of about 20 guys on a bachelor party from San Francisco. I had spoken to one earlier, he was nice, married, an engineer from san fran. Cut to later in the evening and he was very drunk, very "handsy", and still married.
Drunk guy: (kept standing behind or next to me and putting his hands on my waist, back and butt.
Me: (always one for the nonverbal action first, I remove said hands several times)
Drunk guy: (kept placing hands back on me, some guys just can't take a hint I guess)
Me: Could you please stop touching me?
Drunk guy: Why? I like touching you.
Me: because you are making me uncomfortable and I would prefer you not touch me...
Drunk guy: but you are so beautiful and I really want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?
Me: Seriously? No.
Drunk guy: Wait, we're in Vegas right? Money talks here. Let's just think of it as a business transaction. How much would it take for me to keep touching you? Can I kiss you?
Me: (a little stunned, I'll admit) I'm sorry but did you just say a "business transaction"?
Drunk guy: yeah... how much?
Me: Do I look like a hooker to you? (removing guys hands once again) Seriously, if you touch me one more time, I am going to hit you.
Drunk guy: (stumbles off)

And these are my experiences with the local nightlife. I wish I could say that this is a one time occurance and men don't generally act like this here but then, I would be lieing. A few more nights like these and I will absolutely refuse to go down to the strip anymore.

Tourists in my own town

My mom and I both received tickets to see Hairspray at the Luxor for Christmas. Last night we all went to see the show. It was fantastic and we had a great time. After the show, the four of us went for espresso martinis at the Red Square in Mandalay Bay. The martinis had chocolates floating in them. Oh... so... tasty...