So last we left off I had just left the Michael Jackson “This Is It” premier at the Palms / Brenden Theatre. And I was feeling the terrible effects of the bite from the zombie girl that I had, had sex with in the bathroom at Mickie Finnz…And the ghost of Howard Hughes had given me some troubling advice as I drove to meet Jessie “James Super VIP Host” Gibson who was helping Nightlife Marketing Guru Alicia decorate Cherry Nightclub at the Red Rock Casino…
“This is Stan?” Alicia asked Jessie, as I strolled up to Cherry, which was in the process of getting a large pair of fangs over its entrance—to give it the proper atmosphere for the upcoming Halloween Fang Banger’s Ball.
“Yeah,” responded Jessie.
“He’s hot for a middle aged writer.”
I took her hand and kissed it. “Flattery and money will get you everywhere with me. What would you like me to review?” I gesticulated toward my own finely tailored double-breasted suit. “I was at a movie premiere thus the suit…Otherwise I’ve been dressing more casual so as to fit in and get good stories…Fly on the wall kind of thing…But it hasn’t been working.”
“You look a little pale. Are you feeling okay?” asked Jessie.
“We need to talk, I need your help.”
Jessie nodded toward the club. “We have the whole bar to ourselves.”
This of course made me forget about all of my problems!!! Moments later with a Jack and Diet in hand I tried to think of a subtle way to explain my strange pallor.
“Remember the zombie girl I had sex with in the bathroom while I was on a first date with Roxy?”
Jessie nodded. And Alicia laughed and said, “I loved that blog!”
I sighed. “Everyone did. But she bit me and now I’ve got zombie fever.”
“That’s not good,” said Jessie, probably wishing James “Hollywood Deal Maker” Westbrook hadn’t asked him to look after me while I stayed in Las Vegas indefinitely.
“It gets weirder,” I continued, “the ghost of Howard Hughes was just riding shotgun with me in the Benz and he said the only cure is to seduce a married midget—otherwise I’m a zonbie—f*ck, I can’t believe this happened. Everyone else just gets herpes and I get this.”
Alicia just giggled, clearly realizing that Jessie wasn’t’ kidding when he told her he had never met anyone quite like me.
“Stan do you think the fact that you’ve only slept nine hours in the last seven days might have something to do with all of this.”
I pulled up my sleeve and showed him my see through skin and fluorescent veins.
“Wooooo,” said Jessie, as he stared at evidence of my rapidly changing state.
“Do something,” said Alicia, no longer giggling.
“Okay, no big deal, I’m a VIP host I can make anything happen in this town. Why not this? How long did the ghost of Howard Hughes say that you have?”
“He didn’t, but I don’t think too long.”
“Look it’s Halloween all weekend. I’ll just invite a bunch of midget couples to our table at Prive…I’m sure you can take it from there.” Continue reading