Of the Playboy Club at the Palms casino in Las Vegas, that is. The perfectly sublime ending to a perfectly weird day (albeit sunny and 75!!!) in Sin City that even included a run to McCarran Airport and back to retrieve my beloved (and temporarily lost) camera phone from an exceptionally handsome young Australian fella who was jetting off to New York. But that's another story you'll have to ask me about in person.
The view of Vegas from the Playboy club is nothing short of amazing...add in the traditional bunny cocktail servers...and its almost surreal.
As I was taking pictures, another member of our group -- Bill Klingbeil, a fellow PR guru extraordinaire who represents two-time World of Outlaws Racing Champion Donny Schatz (also present and accounted for at the Playboy Club with us that night), said I needed to break blog rules and have a picture of myself in it...and snapped one on his digital camera. Despite a nasty bout of bronchitis and a whirlwind evening of tracking down my errant phone (which apparently wanted to go to Australia), 
I think it turned out OK...despite the fact it appears I desperately need to be spending more quality time with my hairbrush...
I think it turned out OK...despite the fact it appears I desperately need to be spending more quality time with my hairbrush...
1 comment:
y'all sure can't do nothin' without alcohol, can ya'?
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