I tell ya, I had one of the best times in Vegas I have had in years. The stars must have been aligned and my karma up to snuff, because I was feeling the universal love.
It started off on Wednesday as a road trip with my lovely co-workers. Our tradition is we always stop halfway at Peggy Sue’s Diner
for breakfast. The food there is so-so, but the retro 50’s memorabilia shop attached is fantastic.
Thursday at the AVN fan booth, I got spotted and sent to a studio where they were filming a documentary about AVN participants for HBO
, and taking photos for a coffee table book tentatively called the AVN Book Project
, photographed by a photographer to the stars, Michael Grecco
. They had all these great backdrops, including the classic leopard print round bed and red walls motif. I posed with our very own Diamondback Annie, and then later with this charismatic Elvis impersonator, Tom Gorman. Tom Gorman had it down- the white bejeweled jumpsuit and lambchop sideburns. He also happens to be a columnist for the Las Vegas Sun
! Now that’s a life.
That night I got a chance to see the adult version of Sesame Street (not endorsed by Jim Henson, but a lot of ex-puppeteers work here) called Avenue Q
. It was so damn funny! I never thought I would be witness to puppet sex and boobs, but by golly, I saw it. The performers were really talented and extremely clever. I had the song, “The Internet is for Porn” song stuck in my head all weekend, and I was not afraid to sing it aloud.
The extremely beautiful and flamboyant Masuimi Max rolled in on Friday and took over the Stockroom booth by storm. Now don’t get jealous…..yes, I was the lucky (I’m living up to my name!) gal who got to help Masuimi into her black latex catsuit. Let’s just say it took a lot of lube and tugging of zippers to get her into that thing, but it was well worth the effort.
Almost instantly there was a giant and unending line of fans asking for her autograph and ready to take her picture. A lucky few even got to their butts pounded by the paddles, whips and floggers we supplied. For anyone who has ever been to her very impressive and entertaining website
, you may be delighted to know that she runs that site herself! Ah yes, there is nothing sexier than a beauty with brains. At least, that’s my opinion.
There were many industry parties, and unending visions in silicone breasts and collagen lips, then my peeps and I hit the silly piano sing-along bar at New York, New York Hotel
. Julie Crockett was especially pleased when they piano dudes broke out “Hot for Teacher
.” Appropriate, no? (The breasts shown below, so wonderfully autographed by Masuimi, were an exception to the rule and real as can be! I love Masuimi fans.)