See you Sunday for one last confession before jetting off for a few weeks!
Despite having a VIP chill spot, in typical Bess fashion I weaseled my way to the ground level for photos. Per friends’ requests and with Kendra’s point-and-shoot in tow, I set out on a mission to get a photo of Pauly D.
I pushed and squeezed, but managed to snap a few insanely close shots of Pauly D. In some shots you can almost see a pimple and his penciled eyebrows. Kendra could see his bling from our skybox!
Looks aside (and trust me, I would love to give this tan cat a Teresa Does It make-under) Pauly D spun a sick set. Song after song made me want to dance. The club cracked. These songs will certainly be included in November’s iMix.
Have you ever heard a legit DJ? I’m not talking DJ Goldfinger (circa Stubblefields) or the crap they play in Tri-Cities… If you’ve been to Vegas, Scottsdale, Seattle, California or NYC you know what I’m talking about. My favorite DJ’s are Benny Benassi, Deadmau5 and J. Quest. Check them out!
After dinner we drove to Hayden’s house to roll with his roommates to a “pre-game” funciton. Kendra and I walked into the apartment with three guys, only to see three more. Good ratio. A few minutes later, more guys showed up. Then more. Then a few more… Just a wild guess, but at one point Kendra and I were surrounded by roughly 25 attractive Arizona boys. Good ratio? Great ratio!
We left the apartment to catch the bus to the bar. Kendra and I, being Washingtonians, assumed we took public transit to the bar. Nope, not in Arizona. Scottsdale bars send charter buses to the large college apartment complexes and literally shuttle kids in. The buses also gave away Red Bull. Sheer marketing genius.
The bus took us to Firehouse, in Scottsdale, where Hayden and friends reserved a table. We popped bottles (like a G6), drank and danced the night away. At midnight we celebrated Kendra’s birthday which resulted in a fishbowl and more dancing. The end of our night looked a lot like our pictures: blurry.
Maybe I’m getting old, but I can’t keep up like I used to. Arizona bars close at 4, which is entirely too late for this working woman. Thank goodness for caffeine because we’re going to need it!