Saturday, October 8, 2011
here the thing about the las vegas pools.....
they're not pools, actually.
they're clubs (with stripper poles in the water) where it's acceptable to wear little strings with pasties and call them a swimsuit (oh and don't forget to scrunch your back bottoms so you can see your crack) accompanied by your highest platform hooker heels......
which was news to me. i mean, i'm all for lengthening the leg, but why not wear a sandal-heel as opposed to a glittery PUMP. oy.
no havianas here.
courtney- the prolific dallas socialite (sunglasses hut manager) from "most eligible dallas" said it best:
"ok. you get a choice: you can either high heels or a bikini.
you can't wear both.
if you're going to wear a bikini,
you need to wear flip flops, or go bare foot, or better yet,
why don't you be in the
freaking pool because you're in a bikini!"
she continues to say that because she wore a beautiful cover up, it bought her a wedge. not a high wedge, but a small decent wedge.
cracked me up.
my favorite pool thus far is definitely the red rock pool.
it doesn't hurt that we met some adorables from UK's Royal Air Force (did you know they have a base in las vegas?!) who went to school with will and harry? carry ON!
i taught them a few american words and they taught me that my tortilla chips are called "crisps" across
now that's a foreign exchange!
viva las vegas!