Monday, October 19, 2009

Life as a VIP

Wow, it's been a long time!

Mostly I've just been ashamed because I keep forgetting to take pictures to post on the blog, and so I've been avoiding you completely. Oh, the shame, the shame.

But this week's the week. You will get pictures! There, now that I've put it in writing it might just happen...

But I digress.

I spent Friday night as a VIP at Lava, the nightclub at the casino (if you remember correctly, it's reminiscent of hell, complete with stripper poles). Okay, so I know it's just a small casino in the middle of nowhere, New York. But I'm not gonna lie.

I felt like hot shit.

Maybe it was the security guy who personally lead us to our booth. Maybe it was the girls on swings high above us, their tassel-covered breasts glowing in the red light as they gyrated. Maybe it was the aerialists performing with strips of fabric 20 feet above the ground. Or maybe it was the sexy fire-eaters flirting with the flames just feet away. Or the security guards/waiters waiting to anticipate our every need.

Whatever it was, it was pretty cool.

Other than being the VIP at nightclubs, I've been having a grand old time going to haunted houses with my coworkers, drinking into all hours of the night, going to the gym and soaking in the beautiful lap pool and hot tub, eating free food, and learning to juggle (that last one is not going so well, but whatever). Oh, and there's the singing-for-five-hours-a-day thing, which sometimes sucks but more often is sort of fun.

I know it's not real life, but it's my life for the next two months, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it!

On Saturday night I got home at about 10:15 and the frat boys across the street were sitting around a fire. They drunkenly called me over and we started to talk about the Casino. I told them about the jugglers and showgirls (they were very excited about the latter), and then one guy asked me what I did. I said,

"I'm an opera singer."

"Oh..." he said. He paused, and then he asked,

"Is it awesome?"

"Yep," I said. And it was.

Then they started to break apart the fence belonging to the apartment complex as another guy poured more lighter fluid directly onto the fire.



  1. Hahahha Club Lava- "reminiscent of hell" :-D hahahahhaha!
    It sounds like your life is pretty fun right now!

    Your story of the frat boys reminds me of one time I was absolutely obliterated and walking around the halls of my dorm. My brother and I crashed this guy's room party, and there were some people who we'd never met before. So we were getting to know them and word got out that I was an opera singer. A drunk girl playfully asked a very drunk me in a tiny room full of people to then "sing something!" I refused for about 5 times, but then caved and sang "Votre toast je peux vous le rendre" from the beginning of the recitative to the end of the first chorus XD hahahahahaha
    Apparently I was loud (duh) so nothing else could really go on in this dorm party while I was singing Toreador for 2-3 minutes, molesting and battering their ear drums. Whether they wanted it or not, they got a Bizet injection. I had forgotten that only ONE girl had asked me to sing... but to this day, the hilarity of that suspended moment outweighs my embarrassment. :-)

  2. We have the coolest drunken party tricks, don't we? Now I scream in people's faces whether they want it or not as a job. It took some getting used to, but now I'm all OVER that!