It’s Holly

Sunday - Wednesday, I was in Sin City for MAGIC. I love work sponsored trips.
In chronological order….

Sunday
Em and I arrived Sunday afternoon with a couple of our NYC co-workers. We had a couple drinks at the fabulous Tempo bar the Las Vegas Hilton (note: sarcasm), then headed off to a nice little dinner at Spago in Caesars. Everyone was on some “let’s go out, let’s go out” shit, but I was mad tired, and all the cigarette smoke gave me a headache, so it was an early night for me… which should probably be illegal in Vegas.

Monday
Monday we hit up the big show. I saw LL and his new line (kinda not fresh, son). We just missed Beyonce, that bitch was taking too long. Walking through Magic is completely tiring. We also hopped over to the Wynn to view Enyce and RSRV - my NEW FAVORITE BRAND. Out of my two days of walking around Magic and Project, RSRV probably impressed me the most. I thought I was gonna be able to sneak in a little cat nap before we headed off for the evening’s festivities, but Noooooo, no nap for Holly. I’m SO CRANKY when I’m tired. Ask Emma. She witnessed it first hand. So, I had 20 minutes to go from sweaty-tired-walked-all-day Holly to fabulous-glamorous-my-hair-doesn’t-look-like-shit Holly. Mission crankily accomplished:

Emma, Jamila, and H2 @ Tao

So, Diddy held a private party for specialty stores (that’s us!) at a private room at Tao in the Venetian. It was open bar, bitches - top shelf, nonetheless. It wasn’t all night, but two hours is plenty of time for me to get my drink on. Now, one of my top reasons (number 1, actually) for going to Vegas is to go to Tao and get the Miso glazed Chilean sea bass. It’s my death row last meal. We didn’t have enough time to get dinner there, not to mention getting reservations was nearly impossible, but we knew Diddy was giving out appetizers so I was okay with that. He had little waiters walkin’ around n’ everything. I went to get a drink at the bar and Emma came up behind me with something on a skewer… something fantastically familiar… is that… MISO GLAZED CHILEAN SEA BASS?!?!?! FOR FREE?!?!?!?!? Oh Diddy, I heart you. So much. Needless to say, I was double fisting skewers of fish and drinks at the same time. Diddy finally popped in around 9:30 for about 10 minutes.

The Diddy
Emma shook his hand. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to shake his hand. But Emma did.

My “I didn’t get to meet Diddy, but I’ma drink his dranks” face

I guess this is as close as I’m gonna get.

Me and Diddy… kinda.. in spirit, sorta.

We left Diddy’s party to go to the Miss Sixty / Energie pool part at Bare in the Mirage. It was hot as a summamabitch. Outside, no air conditioning. The only way to make that better is … yes, you guessed it, an open bar! All night, son, all night. It wasn’t top shelf like Diddy, but I was buzzed enough at that point to not care. Now, I generally stay away from Tequila shots, but the Patron was callin’… real loud. “Drink me, I’m free”. So I did. Which brings us to…

Tuesday
And I’m hung over, son. Well, not bad. My tummy was actin’ funny, and I couldn’t enjoy the Hilton breakfast buffet as much as I normally would. We went over to the Sands to walk around Project, which seemed 4 times bigger than it usually is. Saw some cool brands, loved the Marisa K dresses, but nothing mindblowing. I saw a lot of cool houndstooth pieces (Houndstooth is my newest obsession - see!). We saw Christian Audigier. Apparently, I had just missed Janice Dickinson - sad.. because I love that crazy bitch. Her show was filming at the Ed Hardy / Chrisitan Audigier booth. Then it was time for nap - I wasn’t trying to make the same mistake as the night before.

We got reservations at Bouchon - a restaurant I’ve been wanting to go to forever just because Thomas Keller is my hero. It was fantastic, to say the least… down to the free bread. I had the paté and the steak frites. The waiter forgot to put in one of orders, and at the end of the night we were served the dessert menu. The ENTIRE dessert menu.

The dessert menu
The Pot de Crème was AMAZING. I think the waiter and I had a special connection, because he definitely put the best stuff in front of me. Big ups to Paul at Bouchon. He spotted me eating my paté just like.. in the zone. He came next to me and said “I know exactly where you are right now… it’s such a nice place”. Ahh… he understands me.

Then we were off to the Creative Rec / Hudson party at Tao again. The infamous tub girls were definitely present:

What’s holdin’ that shit up, yo?
It was aiiiight. Emma and I really wanted to check out the FADER mag party at Light at the Bellagio. We walked in , turned around, and Eve was right behind us. Just her and a body guard and some white dude, probably her manager. We get into light to hear the lovely sounds of Spank Rock!

Mmmm, spank rock.
Favorite quote of the night: Shake it ’til my dick turn racist - Spank Rock.

Then, it was off to bed.

Vegas is a bitch. Two days felt like two weeks. I couldn’t wait to get out of the heat and back to warm, easy, breezy San Diego. A 44 minute flight later, I was back.