Vegas. What was I thinking?!

I just attended the PPAI Expo at Mandalay Bay Convention Center - right in the middle of the glitzy wildness Las Vegas is known for. There were thousands of exhibitors but I was the best dressed(!) in my Red House blue stripe button down shirt and Insignia Blue fine gauge silk sweater. You didn’t expect me to wear sequins and feathers, did you? Well I would if Red House outfitted showgirls – but don’t get any ideas! For me, “What happens in Vegas…” started with handing out postcards and encouraging attendees to check out my blog. Not what comes to mind when you’re thinking “…stays in Vegas”. To those of you who missed me there, thanks for coming and seeing what Red House is all about. I’m proud of the level of quality and luxury my collection offers. Some of the other exhibitors had some imprintable items of a “different quality”. Like light-up sunglasses – for those dark winter days? And get this – the Candom! It’s well, like a glove to keep beer protected from unwanted temperature changes(!!!) Check it out: www.candom.com.

So here’s where the trip went awry. I figured since it “stays in Vegas” why not kick up my Jimmy Choos and try livin’ la vida Vegas? I expected to see the worst - a passed-out Grammy-winner in a tux or a celebutante who gambled away her fortune and fights me for my Red House pashima, but the only sordid incident was of my own doing. Caught up in the craziness, I had three martinis in an hour and insisted on wrapping my arms around Elvis. Oh, not just any Elvis, this Elvis was evolved! Better than the original in his prime - both flawlessly handsome and minimally-sequined. Inexplicably...tasteful! I discovered the urbane Elvis! And I could not resist – mind controlled by martinis I had to run across the casino and GRAB HIM! Imagine his surprise. Imagine his wife’s surprise. And his kids’. He had just finished his act and was leaving with his family when he was nearly molested by a loaded Maddie. He was a good sport about it, even when I grabbed the camera out of my bag, spilling $25 chips all over the floor. But when I put on his silk scarf I got the attention of the floor bosses who looked like they usually handled this sort of thing by breaking bones. Next PPAI I better skip that casino and stick to wine spritzers. Was the picture worth it all? I’ll never know - the floor bosses deleted it!