Got into Vegas Monday evening, where I was conducting a session with some customers on a new product. That night, a few coworkers and I went out for a healthy Mexican dinner - fat-laden nachos and quesadillas supplemented with Grey Goose cocktails.
After a lengthy dinner (4 hours due to poor waitstaff), we decided to stay local at the hotel for the evening festivities. This led us to our only option - the 51st floor of the Rio, the not-too-famous VooDoo Lounge where we each had to pay an outrageous $20 cover. Note to management of the VooDoo Lounge, this ain't Manhatten and IT's a MONDAY night!
Anyhow, we decided to fork over the Andrew J and take our chances. To our surprise, the VooDoo delivered indeed. A bit slow at 10 but things did get hopping at the half hour mark when the DJ's kicked in the salsa/latin/dance music. Coincidently, that's also when the shots of Patron started to flow. I must say ... you take people out of the office environment and you learn a few things. There are some heavy hitters in this group - dancing machines. I won't name names.
Overlooking the entire Vegas strip with amazing panoramic views, we then proceeded to shake our junks the rest of the night. A warm breeze and city lights. Vegas style. It felt like a party you might see on Real World Las Vegas (at Rio not Palms). The pretty people out with fancy cocktails and shiny clothes.
The highlight of the evening was the creation of our own dance circle. Yeah, we were the cool kids, to the envy of all the hipsters at the VooDoo, completely dominating the dance floor with our theatrics. I must say that we brought out a big fat rug and cut it up nicely; lots of robot action and swing dancing.
To my "surprise," my broken clavicle was no longer feeling broken - thank you Mr. Tequila ... and yes, the sling came off. Apparently, that gave open invitation to perform more elaborate swing moves by other members. And yes, I did pay for it the next morning.
Viva Las Vegas.
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