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Sunday, September 14, 2008

One of the best perks about working in Las Vegas are the freebies. Doesn't matter what it is for. Musical? I'm in.... Food? Heck yeah!.... Movie passes? Of course!

So it is with that same enthusiasm that I checked out LAVO - the new club at the Palazzo last Tuesday after work. They booked it for all the team members that evening, and with free drinks and hor d'oeuvres.... hellllooooo LAVO! Now... I am not a club-goer (hell, no) but this is our property, we should get to know our property, and most importantly, it fits into my criteria of recreational activities - free of charge.

LAVO is frm the creators of TAO, the hugely successful Asian-fusion restaurant and club that now spans across Las Vegas @ the Venetian, New York City and I dunno where else if any. And as you can imagine, anything spawned from Tao should be good.

The restaurant occupies the first floor, while the club occupies the 2nd floor. Its much smaller and intimate compared to the monstrosity of TAO (freaking 10,000 square feet of gyrating bodies - I may hyperventilate and die) and it adopted a Mediterranean concept. So anyway, cut long story short... I spent most of the 2 hours I was there waving down servers and stuffing my face with Tuna tartars. HEHE.

The restaurant portion of LAVO with the pre-requisite dim lighting

The Moroccon lamps set off the mood for the evening. The restaurant opens out to the patio that overlooks the Strip.

Guests will walk across a bridge on the 2nd floor to get to the club. Lined along the sides of the bridge are sinks. LAVO is also dubbed 'the Bathhouse' maybe cos of Turkish baths? Not so sure about that but we won't be surprised if drunks piss into the sinks!

There.. this is Sin City biz-ness at its best. There's this girl in a tub (They do take their theme decor very seriously these people), whose job is to pretend to take a bath. But she's the prettiest of them all too (looks like Tila Tequila)... the ones upstairs looks like transvestites man. And she was sweet too, when I asked her whether I could take a picture of her, she gladly struck a pose.

The club upstairs. Ok this picture exists solely to show you all how I will never find my husband in this town. I mean, if you look clearly... there are two girls pretending to smoke the hookah (bottom right). Their job is to LIE ON THE BAR COUNTER WITH CUSHIONS AND WHAT NOT, pretend to smoke the hookah and look really sexual. I am not kidding man.. what a tough job. I mean, at least the girl in the tub was STANDING... in cold water somemore. These two girls are just...ok wait, I am in Las Vegas, where morals come to DIE.

Ok so the pictures aren't the best. Pretty much because 1) it was dark and I didn't want to use the flash cos it would be horrible. and 2) because I didn't want to seem like a silly ignorant girl. need to act cool u know. After all, I need to hun4 in this town still.

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