save the feet

ladies, i emplore you, buy stuart weitzman shoes (from me). i have field tested them (and work on comission). take last saturday for example. we were getting our party hard on. haha, i typed hard on. after "jersey boys" at the palazzo, settled in for a long night at 50's the bank. set up camp for 3 hours of dancing and promanading. fran and i who were wearing the same 5" platform ankle strap shoes named juty were the last ones standing. i could recognize and empathize the pained expressions on theresa and cathy's faces. as soon as they hit carpet (dirty hotel carpet) the shoes were off. i was on the verge of projectile exorcist barfing, but my feet felt like a dream. i could run a marathon in those.

i'm luke skywalker i'm here to rescue you, buy good shoes! they're worth it, they're your feet, your dogs. unless you're into s&m and like to start off the kinky night by punishing your feet, buy stuart weitzman shoes, they are the shit. they're amazing! the aldo/nine west etc shoes may save you money and look cute, but you have to also take into account the price you pay for pain and suffering.

day 2 was no different. it's so good to be mobile, tall and fashionable at the same time. thank you stu! it's a gift to the world. after the barf sesh and some 2 hours of uneasy sleep, i was jostled awake by my phone, i was supposed to open at work when i thought i was supposed to close. oops, luckily i crashed at mgm and was only like 20 minutes late grabbing a cab as my car was still at palazzo and we had to have an afterschool special about driving drunk in the back of the cab. i, of course, wanted to drive, but it's good that i didn't i guess. had to work hanging, then met up with them at craftsteak back at the mgm for some bomb ass food. i love red meat, thinking about becoming a meatatarian.

two pimp downs after dinner and it was just cathy and me. had that "we'll only go out a short while, just to show face," conversation, and it ended up to be another 6 in the mornin night. moon then scores. hung out with mike's friends sans mike. everyone was in party hard mode, i wanted to be on the same level, but i was still tipsy from last night. i had to decline. plus i was trying to drive home, looked fun though. i love moon at the palms! one of my favs of all time. first club i've been to in vegas, it was spanking new too. feels like home.

it's always a chaotic good time when l.a. comes to l.v. i wish we all lived in the same city. i wouldn't be able to see them as much if i still lived in hawaii though. vegas has summoned us, has pulled us magnetically in it's direction. as it does to a lot of hawaii people. the siren song beckons and calls.