I was dragging by the time I was through with six meetings and a whole lotta walking and talking. Bob met me at my last meeting and we decided to go straight to the Venetian for the cocktail party. Gary and I had planned to meet at the party and then have dinner together and then I was supposed to meet Jeff somewhere for our little “discussion”.
So Bob and I went out to where the shuttle busses are, but the only way to get to the Venetian is by limo. Oh well. We wandered around to the limo stand and the attendant was waving for two more people to ride in one particular car. The attendant told us to get in.
I was exhausted and hungover and carrying a very heavy briefcase, so I just plopped myself down into the seat, simultaneously banging my head on the door and very clumsily splaying my legs all the way across the width of the car. When I finally regained my composure and my focus, I noticed that we were sharing a limo with three handsome strangers. I apologized for my “scene” and they all laughed, and we just started talking and joking about the show and I just gravitated towards one of them. I got all blushy and nervous and well not really giggly, but .funny, I guess. I stuttered and stammered a bit, but I kept up with my Vegas routine and must’ve said or done something that he found very entertaining. By the end of the ride, my new nickname was Grace.
When we got to the Venetian, Bob and I weren’t exactly sure where to go, so we sorta followed along with these guys, laughing and joking all the way. They were going to dinner, and finally found their destination. So Bob and I walked on. Bob was ribbing me about my ability to flirt with wild abandon. I told him that it was easy for me to do that with someone I knew I was never going to see again. And then Bob asked me WHY?!
Why should I never see this guy again? Why don’t I go back to the restaurant and ask him to join me later? A group of us were all supposed to end up at the Hardrock Hotel anyway. I knew he was right, but it took me a good three minutes to talk myself into finally going back and asking these guys to join me later. And that’s just what I did. I marched right back to the restaurant with Bob in tow. They asked us to join them for a drink! I looked at Bob and he nodded his head yes (why do I turn into such a social retard in these instances?). So we had a quick cocktail and conversation while they waited for their table and I talked them into meeting me at the Hardrock (which wasn’t hard to do because I think they were planning to do that anyway)! Cool!! It was a date!!
I was walking through the clouds as Bob and I finally made it to the cocktail party. I told Bob that Robert (finally found out his name!) was the man of my dreams! I should marry the man! He was gorgeous and funny and nice and and wonderful! Bob agreed (or else he was just going along with me). I thanked Bob for prodding me to go back to ask him to meet me.
We got to the cocktail party. It was stuffy and boring. I started drinking my signature Gray Goose and soda with lemon wedge. Gary finally showed up. Bob had to leave for his dinner and Gary and I went to some other Wolfgang Puck restaurant in the Venetian. Does Wolfgang Puck own Las Vegas or what?
I told Gary all about my adventures. About the man Im supposed to marry and about needing to meet with Jeff later. I also asked Gary to meet us at the Hardrock too. We were going to have such a wonderful time! Gary thinks Im off my rocker.
But Gary still wants me to come work for him! If anyones read my old diary (actually, I think its been a couple of diaries back), Gary was the one who tried to get me to come work for him about a year and ½ ago, and negotiations fell through in a slightly nasty way.
Gary has since started a new company. Hes different. More relaxed. Happy. I liked seeing him this way. He finally confessed that after putting his heart and soul into the other company only to get shafted time and time again, he decided that it wasnt worth it. He also confessed that hed had a medical condition that almost killed him (didnt elaborate), which opened his eyes even wider. Hes constantly traveling, and he wants to spend more time with his family. He needs some help. Hes come to me again. This is a definite possibility, and makes me feel a bit better about my current situation at work. I feel pretty good that all is not lost if I opt to leave my company.
During this very conversation, Jeff rang. He told me that hed pick me up at the Bellagio in ½ hour! Yikes! I really wanted to stay and talk to Gary more, but I was also trying to swing my stuff at Jeff too! Dilemma. Gary understood (I hope!), and told me that hed meet me at the Hardrock later.
Cool. I ran and grabbed a cab and ran to my room. Got ready in record time and flew back down to the lobby area and out the door. Jeff and George were waiting in a cab. Now, I wasnt expecting George. George is a bigwig for another company. He was already sloshed (but I think we all were). I told them that we really needed to head to the Hardrock, because everyone was going to be waiting for us there, including my Future Husband! No problem, George told me. Wed be really close.
The cab drove around to the other side of the Hardrock and into the lot of a place called Club Paradise.
George said, Look, if you want to go to the Hardrock, you can walk right across the street!
I said, What is this place?? It looks like a strip joint!
It is.
It is?? Were going to a titty bar?!
Yep. Come on.
Okay. Fine. I was along for the ride, and I seriously wanted to talk to Jeff about the job situation. If thats what I needed to do, then so be it. Plus, I knew it would be fun with these guys!!
We walked inside and ordered drinks before we even sat down. Jeff and George told me to get them a good seat. Sure. I asked the host/bouncer guy if we could sit right up front!! Hell. As long as were there, I wanted to have a good time!
Um. I would say at least an interesting time was had by all. At least as far as I can remember!!
(Need another entry for this one!)
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