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Terminator in Vegas

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So I had to post The Terminator’s story of his adventure in Las Vegas this weekend. I’ll never understand why anyone would DARE to steal from the Terminator. He’ll KILL you. And it just so happened to be his birthday as well! Here it is:

“How did you spend your birthday in Vegas, Duizie?”

Well it started off by realizing my iPhone was missing at 5am when leaving a casino to go get some sleep at the Excalibur. I went back looking where we had been—no sign of it. I reported it missing to security and logged onto “Find My Phone” app via Brandon’s phone. I have auto lock but we locked the phone remotely anyway. GPS showed the phone across the BLVD at another hotel. Went there, looked around the parking area where the GPS was indicating—nothing. Reported to their security as well. I knew the battery was low so I figured it wouldn’t be locatable soon. Got back to our hotel between 6-7pm and used a computer to look at the tracking. Still showed Tropicana parking lot area.

Got some sleep then got up at 10am and checked tracking. Showed the phone at a mall north of the strip ten miles away! Sent note to the phone trying to get a response. Nothing.

“Let’s go,” I said and Brandon and I followed the location signal. We tried sending the signal to see if we could hear it.

There were about six kiosks in area. One was a phone case and accessory place. Didn’t hear it make noise, looked and listened at different kiosks. Brandon even tried calling it and it would ring, but no answer. Then he tried again and suddenly it went straight to voice mail, so we knew it was off now. Finally I went up to one of the phone kiosk guys and randomly asked how their chargers worked. He showed us a solar charger.

He showed me the solar charger on an iPhone.  MY IPHONE!!!

He had turned it off probably because of the sound it was making when signaling it. And you needed the lock code to silence it.

I said, “Does the phone turn on?”

He said, “Yeah I just turned it off. It’s not mine, we’re just using it to show how the charger works.”

I said, “You know why it’s not yours. Because it’s mine.”

He was also trying to make a sale with someone else at the time when I said that.

He said, “What do u mean?”

“I tracked my phone here and you obviously can’t unlock it.”

He explained that the guy working yesterday left it here so he was using it for examples. I said that I had had it last night so that’s not true.

So he says, “If you can unlock it, then it must be yours. Take it man.” And, of course, I unlocked it.

I got his name and the kiosk info and went to report it to the mall management. They took down the info and looked up the owner of the kiosk and we called him. I informed him that my phone went missing and I tracked it to his kiosk being used by his employee. He was confused but I wanted him to know that his employees were using a stolen phone to sell his products.

I can’t prove the guy took it, but he had it so that’s the best I could do. Up to the owner now.

So long story short, I lost my phone, got to play FBI tracking it down, and now the phone is back in my possession. “Find My Phone” application on iPhone is pretty cool and accurate. But it really helps when the thief works at a phone charging kiosk and keeps the battery charged!!

Eating for first time today and relaxing. 3:30pm

Happy Birthday to me!!!

You really CAN lose and win in Vegas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TERMINATOR! Glad you got your phone back!

Terminator and I

A real-life Pretty Woman in Vegas

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When walking into a 3 bedroom suite at the very top of the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas, it’s hard not to gawk when someone like me has never experienced “lush living.” It’s even more jaw-dropping when you realize you’re walking into the suite full of makeup artists and three gorgeous models with Funny Man and his business partner, my boyfriend Mr. Georgia, beside me.

Just minutes earlier, we arrived by private jet, which I took a nap on, then to the hotel by a private van with a special security driver. It felt very…exclusive. Once we settled into our suite, Funny Man was hungry and so was I. Funny Man’s personal makeup artist ordered room service for us. Trying to stay out of the way of all the hustle, I sat quietly at the dining table watching the models get ready while Mr. Georgia continued doing business. I remember hearing one of the models asking Mr. Georgia how his wife was and hearing him stumble over the answer of divorce. Thought that was funny. I bet they were wondering who the hell I was, the not-so-Hollywood, not-so-done-up, average girl.

An hour later, Funny Man did his convention show to promote the new slot machines and then we returned to the suite to ready for the cocktail party. The models got touched up, then the makeup artists were nice enough to play with my face and hair as well. The suite quickly filled with other guests eagerly waiting to meet Funny Man. People were enjoying freshly rolled cigars and chilled cocktails. I was still readying inside the privacy of the master bedroom. I had felt so not-glamorous earlier that I couldn’t wait to pretty myself. I layered my skin with Vanilla Berry lotion and perfume, slipped into my silver mini-dress, and donned my brand new pink-gold pumps. I slipped out of the bedroom and the first person to see me was one a woman rolling the cigars. A wide smile spread across her face and she beamed, “Oh you are so beautiful!” S7303037This obviously made me feel really good. Being around those gorgeous models can really affect you to try to look just as stunning. I felt like a princess at that point, especially when the other models were so complimentary. But I think the best moment was when I was looking for Mr. Georgia among the crowd of people in the suite, then caught his eye across the room and saw the biggest smile cross his face. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when Richard Gear finds her in the bar transformed from hooker to a beautiful lady. That was me, minus the hooker part.

Mr. Georgia took me to The Mix at the top of The Hotel for dinner after the cocktail party. That place had the most amazing food I have ever had. I had ordered scallops and as soon as one bite him my tongue, I actually did NOT want to swallow. I just wanted to keep the flavor of the food in my mouth for as long as possible. It was incredible. Then we went to see Cris Angel’s show and continued the rest of the night hopping clubs, finishing at Club Pure around 5am.

We returned to the Hard Rock suite, having it all to ourselves. At this point, I had decided to take on an Australian accent inspired by the 2 Australian girls who ran into us randomly at the Playboy Club, saying to us, “We just escaped two creepy guys who wanted us to go into the bathrooms with them. So we hid inside the girl’s bathroom for an hour…” Awesome.

Mr. Georgia and I took a load off in the incredible Jacuzzi inside our suite, which was conveniently placed right by the 2 stripper poles mounted in the living room. Who needs 2, I wonder? Hmmmm…

The next day, after sleeping until noon, Mr. Georgia did some business while I readied into a mini skirt and knee-high socks. We ate a hearty lunch and then Mr. Georgia took me to the Mall inside Caesars Palace. He likes to shop…a guy. This was the first time I ever saw Dior, Versace, Chanel and every other amazing designer up close. I walked into Versace and fell in love. This designer should design for me. I tried on a mustard yellow, sci-fi inspired, wool coat and died. Then the sales lady said, “Okay, now take it off…unless you want it. It’s only $5,000, not bad at all on a credit card.” Another Pretty Woman moment. I nearly choked, then decided to keep it on for one more minute just to annoy the lady.

We left Vegas later that night, exhausted but fulfilled. It was, so far, one of the most amazing and once-in-a-lifetime experiences I’ve had…SO FAR. Winking smile