We Tell it Like It Is

Sorry its been awhile since my last blog. 12 days to be exact. I have been in Las Vegas partying it up while Pete stayed behind to hold down the fort. He owed me though for all the times he's gone golfing! :) Real estate down in Vegas, by the way, is much worse than MN. Empty, never-been-lived in homes on the market for 3-4 yrs.

So, do I really have to talk about real estate on this blog or can I share the fabulous story that of course I've been telling THE WHOLE world about? Its a Sunday, who needs to hear about the trails and tribulations of the real estate market today.

So, I flew to Vegas last week on Fri afternoon. My best friend from junior high school was getting married and I was a bridesmaid. I was a Vegas Virgin, so the midwestern Susie Homemaker that I am was really excited to see the city of sin. Fri night (which was supposed to be the bachelorette) was unfortunately a bust, since all of us had been up since the crack of dawn to catch our flights and like old ladies, we ate dinner and crashed at our respective hotels which was incredibly geriatric. So, I really wanted to go out on Sat night to an "exclusive" night club since I've never done that before and will probably never do it again. As we were shopping on Sat afternoon, we found a postcard stuck to the sidewalk that was advertising a birthday party for Donnie Wahlberg (New Kids on the Block) at a club that night. Being (and I openly admit this) an avid New Kids fan, that was the immediate deciding factor of where I wanted to go that night. My girlfriend & I bought $40 VIP tickets online ahead of time in order to avoid standing in the long lines to get in, because that's what the cool people do, I assumed. It was a strange experience as we arrived at The Mirage because there seemed to be so much hoopla over getting into a bar that turned out to not look much different than something you'd see in Mpls. And its not like the music or lights were anything special.  I had assumed Donnie was not going to be there--just a bunch of 21 yr olds (and some older ones like us trying to act 21) wondering who the hell Donnie Wahlberg was when the dee jay screams Happy Birthday in the mic. Well, an hour after our arrival and two $10 beers later, Mr. Wahlberg arrives 2 feet away from us w/his posse along w/Danny & Joe (from the New Kids). Eeeeeek!! Are you kidding me? I could've reached out and touched them! Luckily, we didn't shreek like 16 yr old girls; just stood with our jaws on the floor speechless. We stood and watched them party about 15 ft away from us in a roped off area for about an hour and then I noticed some red-haired, blue-eyed man with a drink hovering behind us. My friend gave in to his attempts to make eye contact w/one of us and began conversing w/him. Come to find out, he was a production person for the New Kids and after a few mins, invited us up to the "special area" that we had been gazing at for half the night. So, to make a long story a bit shorter, not only were we within feet from our heros earlier that night, but we talked and danced with them as well. Even got a kiss on the cheek from the birthday boy. The camera phone only picked up dark pictures, so we have nothing to prove to the world that this glorious event occurred. But, the moment I'd been waiting for my whole life happened unexpectedly and I was proud that I played it cool the whole time. No mention to them of me being a big fan; no freaking out or crying. I just pretended like it happens every day and like it was no big deal. I did, however, freak out in the taxi on the way home. And I have the bumps and bruises to prove THAT.