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Exit to Eden:
Determined to reach Vegas in record time, my friend, Gina, and I had driven all day and night. By the time we arrived at her parent's house, we were crazed from sleep deprivation and faint with hunger. She has a big family, so the house was buzzing with activity; kids ran amok, animals wandered in and out, and Gina's youngest sister was making pancakes in the kitchen. At the time, I had a lot of reservations about moving to Sin City – visions of moral corruption, bad drivers, desolate desert landscape, and, eek, homophobic tourists – but when that sweet angel of a girl set a plate full of steaming pancakes before me, I suddenly felt more at home in this strange town. I didn't see her again for 2 years.
Social Distortion:
A few weeks ago, I went out to KRAVE on a Saturday night. (That's the club I was shamelessly promoting in my last article. Yes – GO THERE!) I was downing my first Red Bull and Vodka when Gina walked through the door with some hot chick in tow. I wasn't really surprised, and if you knew Gina, you'd understand why, but what did surprise me was the introduction: "Hey, you remember my little sister, right?" Let's just say the first thing that popped into my head was definitely NOT pancakes! Clearly, a transformation had taken place. A stunning, knockout of a woman now stood in the place of that sweet, innocent girl from before. Something about the way she moved was different; like she'd finally discovered the connection between her mind and body. You know, that sultry smirk on a woman's face when she's found her groove. Then it hit me: Holy Shit - I'm checking out my friend's kid sister!! In my defense, "Little Sister" was all grown-up and very much aware of the knees buckling in her wake. I was so stunned that I forgot to ask her what she was doing out at KRAVE, and if she was, you know, one of us.
The Sin Wagon:
The answer to that question became abundantly clear when she showed up for Dinah Shore weekend. For those who don't know, Dinah Shore is the Girl4Girl answer to the wild circuit parties the boys have in Palm Springs. I, myself, had waited five long years for that coveted plastic arm band, granting me access to the infamous White Party. Suffice to say, it was well worth the wait! Cost to attend the Party - $40 Cost of seeing more than 3,000 of the finest women from East to West grinding all over each other - $15 (change of underwear) Knowing that every male friend I have would give his left nut to see what I was seeing - PRICELESS! I didn't even mind being squeezed, shoved, stepped on, bumped into, and even spilled on. In fact, I was jam-sandwiched between two cuties when I spotted Gina's not-so-little-anymore sister making her way through the crowd. She had on one of those outfits a mother would never let her daughter out of the house in, yet she was still sweet and charming. I'm telling you, there's just something about that girl…
Paradise Lost:
You know it was a good weekend when it takes you three days to fully recover. Now that my kidneys are functioning normally again, I've had some time to reflect. First and foremost, I'm definitely going next year. Second, I'm staying at the Riviera instead of the Doral (younger crowd = perkier boobs). And last but not least, I'm bringing my own camera so I
don't have to settle for my friend's lame pictures. Meanwhile, I lost track of how many times I had to answer, "So, did you hook up with anyone down there or what?" As if I would kiss and tell…okay, so maybe a few close friends know what really went down at Dinah, but they are sworn to secrecy! As for Gina's sister, I'm not entirely sure what has me all bajiggity, but a crush is always fun. I'm certainly not the first person tempted by nubile flesh and the fantasy of showing someone all the things you wish you'd experienced when you were their age.
The Grind:
Don't let the header fool you – the same ole, same ole isn't so bad when you have exciting events to look forward to. If you're a girl and you like girls, don't miss the 2nd Saturday of every month at KRAVE lounge. The DJ's and dancers from L.A.'s GIRLBAR host the party. The dancers are hot, the music is sexy, and the ladies are aplenty. Of course, if you're a Technophile like me, you can always go next door to the club for a change of scenery!
Mwah,
- Girl4Girl
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