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Oh, Vegas. You are my shlock and awe capital of creation. Your labyrinthine casinos, your elaborate and excessively ornate gilding on everything from doorhandles to faux Roman pillars, gambling at restaurant tables because god forbid one should waste a second not doing that. You put on the grandest facade and never fake that it's real, and there's something admirable in that.
( Viva Las Vegas )
( Meeting & Greeting )
...before I parted wishing him a great show tonight, and yeah, being called 'honey' by that boy doesn't get old at all.
Once back inside, they let us stay and get first dibs on the standing room, which landed me front and center of the stage. This will be very, very important later.
( The concert up to 'Come To Me' )
( And now, please excuse Jules' recount of 'Come To Me' because JCheldherhandandsangtoherOMG, and really, no one should be expected to maintain proper decorum after that. )
( The rest of the show. )
Sitting down was mostly an imperative after all that. The Mandalay Bay bar area had a lounge singer, and we made short work of requesting This I Promise You (it's by Shania Twain don'tchaknow), then rode up yet another private elevator (all this VIP treatment is gonna be troublesome when we have to return to the real world where, no, we don't go around affording penthouse suites and being on the list for clubs) to the Foundation Room on the 63rd floor. After soaking up a gorgeous cityscape of Vegas from the balcony and appropriating a corner of one of its fabric-walled, dimly-lit lounge rooms to talk for a bit, we decided to call it a night around 1:30 to peel our overexcited and exerted selves from the ceiling before the drive tomorrow.
But not before A,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coolwhipdiva, Schiz and I got in a last bit of dancing (shoes off this time, thank goodness), blasting Right There back in our hotel room for all the cast and crew who made the evening possible above us to hear. So much fun, man.
( Viva Las Vegas )
( Meeting & Greeting )
...before I parted wishing him a great show tonight, and yeah, being called 'honey' by that boy doesn't get old at all.
Once back inside, they let us stay and get first dibs on the standing room, which landed me front and center of the stage. This will be very, very important later.
( The concert up to 'Come To Me' )
( And now, please excuse Jules' recount of 'Come To Me' because JCheldherhandandsangtoherOMG, and really, no one should be expected to maintain proper decorum after that. )
( The rest of the show. )
Sitting down was mostly an imperative after all that. The Mandalay Bay bar area had a lounge singer, and we made short work of requesting This I Promise You (it's by Shania Twain don'tchaknow), then rode up yet another private elevator (all this VIP treatment is gonna be troublesome when we have to return to the real world where, no, we don't go around affording penthouse suites and being on the list for clubs) to the Foundation Room on the 63rd floor. After soaking up a gorgeous cityscape of Vegas from the balcony and appropriating a corner of one of its fabric-walled, dimly-lit lounge rooms to talk for a bit, we decided to call it a night around 1:30 to peel our overexcited and exerted selves from the ceiling before the drive tomorrow.
But not before A,
coolwhipdiva, Schiz and I got in a last bit of dancing (shoes off this time, thank goodness), blasting Right There back in our hotel room for all the cast and crew who made the evening possible above us to hear. So much fun, man.
