Las Vegas was great. Once Friday afternoon rolled around, and all the southern Californians started showing up, it was just like this. Except, far less charming or sincere, and far more irritating. Many of the swankiest clubs and ultra-lounges now offer something they call bottle service, where you get to pay $20 or so to get into the club, so that you can have your own table with a bottle of your choice for about $300-500 more, and sit around and look fabulous. I imagine it's something like this, but with more obnoxious Californians on cell phones:
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okay that was a wired one. I am not even going to try to understand it.
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