Reeny and I decided to spontaneously venture to Veygaus for una noche.
My inner CR (Club Rat) was calling, so we decided we would visit our fave person:
The Stylist LA.
Her dresses inspired us not go to Greystone Manor, but rather make the drive to the desert for a night at XS/ Marquee.
Reeny decided she wanted to get her hair done at a Drybar.
There was no Drybar, so we decided that we would go to a place called The Blow Dry Bar which was 15 minutes outside of Vegas.
Imagine a Costco.
That was what the building looked like.
Both of our hair do’s turned out to be fabulous though.
I had an ex-Vegas showgirl who did my hair.
“So what shows were you in?!” I asked.
She was very monotone and seemed to be miserable with her current job.
“I was a showgirl at Bally’s. You probably recognize me from the posters on the side of the hotel. I am a figure in pop culture.”
The night was a success.