So two weeks from RIGHT NOW I will be in Vegas, Baby!
I’m really looking forward to a much-needed break, even if it’s so hot you can fry an egg on the sidewalk and my shoes are going to melt to the pavement (actual warning from Dad right there).
We have a few fun things to do in the works (including dinner with my crazy uncle…), but for the most part, we’re not planning much. (Although I am secretly planning to hit it big. And see lots of celebrities. Afterall, it IS Vegas.)
So speaking of celebrities (wow, what a completely unplanned segue!), I had a (semi) crazy dream last night.
THE REALITY: I have a friend who lives in Vegas whom I haven’t seen in years. He’s been working in various nightclubs, and now he’s working in this super new uber trendy nightclub. If time and schedule permits, we may meet him for a drink.
THE DREAM: It’s our last night in Vegas and we head over to see my friend at his club. He has set aside a VIP table for us, complete with bottle service and a waitress with a penchant for tattoos, leather and an attitude. The club is packed, smoky air rising up to the strobe lights. The DJ is spinning hard and the music pumps in my chest. Everyone is tan and thin. I feel pretty cool.
A very large authoritative-looking man is walking toward our table, followed by Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel!
Of course JT looks good, if not a little on the thin side. He’s wearing jeans and a faded t-shirt (I guess when you’re a gazillionaire you lose the need to dress to impress). I’m not really a huge fan of Jess, but I’m happy to see that her bangs have grown out a bit and she’s no longer sporting that my-mom-just-cut-my-hair-with-a-bowl look. She’s wearing a billowy peasant top and her signature skinny jeans.
They witness the exchange between me and the bouncer, who is politely asking us to leave our table when JT butts in and says, “Hey, its okay. They can stay. The more the merrier!”
Jessica then leans over and says to me, “Cool dress.”
Okay. This is the part that it becomes VERY apparent that this is a dream because:
A. No celebrity is going to ask stranger-nobodies to join them
B. Only in a dream universe does Justin Timberlake use the phrase, “the more the merrier!”
C. It is highly unlikely that Jess would like something from – or has ever stepped foot in – TJ Maxx
So we all squish into the semi-circle booth. Justin mixes a vodka and cranberry for Jess and requests just a water for himself. I guess that’s how he keeps his girlish figure.
I lean and ask, “So, what do you do?” to Justin, which cracks them up.
I drink too many martinis. Justin waves over the paparazzi and has them take our picture together. I imagine a spread in OK! Magazine featuring Yours Truly hanging with the jet set. Finally! My big break!
Jess and I are giggling like we’ve been BFFs since first grade.
Justin autographs my thigh. (okay, I made that part up.)
THE REALITY: It was time to say good-bye to JT and Jess and get up for work.
(I’d have brought sexy back, but I hear everything is supposed to stay in Vegas.)