I hear ya. On all the many trips we’ve made to Las Vegas, all the days we’ve spent in LV hotels, I don’t think we’ve have sex in Sin City once. We get up, we gamble, we drink, and then we stumble into bed, too tired to f*** around. It’s okay. We can have sex when we get home.
]]>HA! My ex never got the memo when we went there, and I understand that her current husband has never seen her read the memo either. Good for them!!!
]]>All “other requests” come to the concierge desk. We had to do all sorts of weird stuff. In this case a couple called ahead and requested we do this.
]]>Seriously, another funny article. Well done.
]]>Thank you, sir, much appreciated.
]]>That’s not what she told me!
]]>I don’t get how a concierge would be involved in doing that!
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