Eye contact is more intimate than words will ever be.

Dear Readers,

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas; Said No One Ever!!!! Haha, I know many of us have ventured out to Sin City at some point of our young adult lives. Some come for the gambling. Some come for the food and drinks. Some come for the nitelife. With all those combined, I'm sure most of us have been to Sin city for a bachelor/bachelorette party. What is it about Vegas that let's you put down your guard and let things be what they should be, easy and fun?

My most recent trip to Vegas was as you guessed it, a bachelorette party. One of my best friends was getting married and what better way to send her off to life long bliss and happiness than a weekend getaway in Las Vegas. Now, as what most of my memory allows me to remember  (which is crazy enough everything), this bachelorette party was one of the most epic in history.

Train insane or remain the same, even
 after a nite out with Calvin Harris

We were a group of six ladies, consisting of only two of us that were actually single (me being one of them). The bride mandated that I (in particular) leave my conservative clothing at home, and bring out my wild and sexy outfits. (I had to step foot into Forever 21 for the first and only time to find at least one outfit that suited the brides request.) We were staying at the Wynn Hotel. This hotel is phenomenal in amenities and luxuries. With floor to ceiling windows in our connecting rooms, along with massive jacuzzi tubs and glass showers, we were rolling in the deep. Between flashing the strip from our hotel windows to roaming around the rooms in robes and bottles of champagne we surely felt high class. (I mean, who wouldn't?!) Each night out was an adventure. We had originally made a pact to always go back to the hotel all together, but that seemed to almost never happen since someone would get tired and decide to head up to the room earlier. My only sole motivation to keep me in check was that every morning I still made sure to wake up early to work out and get a good spot for everyone by the pool. (One morning, I worked out with the husband of the Long Island medium. Sadly, his wife was still asleep, so I couldn't get an impromptu reading.)

Poolside at the Wynn

Since I was one of the only true single ladies of the crowd, I was always set to take the lead and find some lovely men to take care of us for the evenings. As we were laying by the pool at the Wynn, a young fellow comes up to my friends and leans down to try to start a conversation. They brush him to the side without a care for what he is trying to say. As I made eye contact with him, I called for him to approach me instead. I apologized for their hungover NYC behavior, and began a lite conversation. He begins to tell me how beautiful all of us ladies are and if we needed any assistance to getting into any clubs in Vegas on our trip. He was a promoter for many of the large high profile venues. (Cha-Ching!) I told him what our go to places were for our trip and with a snap of a finger, every evening we were escorted without any line into our venues of choice. The girls to this day are forever grateful to me for setting us all up.

That evening was spent at Tao niteclub. The second evening we went to Hakkasan at the MGM Grand. We got to see Calvin Harris perform all evening. What an experience that was. We managed to set ourselves up with a table of guys drinking Dom Perrignon that night. We had such a great time that some of us had the stamina to do cartwheels down our hotel hallway to the room. (I'm sure hotel security had a field day reviewing that footage on tape.) The following morning, as I was sitting at the roulette table, the gentlemen from the previous evening walked by and placed some bets along our table. (And I thought I would never see them again, HaHa.) We all did pretty well the several rounds of the wheel and then parted ways.

Calvin Harris at Hakkasan

Our final evening, we wanted to stay at the Wynn/Encore residence and jump between Surrender and XS niteclubs. Performing those evenings were Frances Dillon and Zedd. As we entered Surrender first, we all tried to stay together, but slowly our eyes were drawn to various men around the club. Eye contact is more intimate than words will ever be in such places. We were all pulled in different corners of the vast pool area and club. We were each being courted by various gentlemen. Eventually, we all congregated with our men in tow in one cabana and were enjoying the beginning of the evening. A few drinks and a few giggles, we decided to leave the men behind and head over to XS niteclub. We all thought we could find some additional eye candy as the night was young. 

Our evening at XS niteclub 

We hopped over to XS. I remember quite vividly, the moment I walked into the club, there was this immediate eye contact made with a light hazel color eyed gentlemen by the bar. He was a young caucasian lad of eastern european descent, wearing a dark suit with his top two white shirt buttons unbuttoned. There was that instant draw that was unexplainable. We both felt it and were sent on a course to meet half way across the room. (I think it could be the air they are pumping into the rooms of the casino grounds. Maybe it was the drinks. Yes, the drinks. They are laced with aphrodisiacs. Who knows and who cares at that moment.) Next thing I know, I had deviated from the group. He whisked me away to the dance floor for a bit. He certainly was quite the tiny dancer. After needing a break to hydrate, we walked back to the bar area where we could have just enough ability to hear each other talk. Turns out, like everyone else, he was from out of town. He lives in the Connecticut area, and has Hungarian-Jewish roots, so I was even more intrigued with continuing to get to know him. At the wee hours of the early morning around 5 AM, we tried to find our respective friends from our groups, but had no luck with the size of the place. He asked if I would like to come back up to his room at the Caesar's Hotel. I kindly declined because I had no desire to leave my hotel (which we were already at) and do any walk of shame in the morning. He giggled and then said, he had no problem doing any walk instead and asked to come back to my room. I told him that unfortunately I am pretty sure someone had probably made their way up to the room and that it would not be empty. He laughed at the idea and placed a bet with me. He said that if people are back in the rooms than I get to pick anywhere to have breakfast with him. But, if there is no one in the rooms, than all is fair in love and war. Now, if you don't know me, I try to never turn down a challenge. And, particularly since we were in Las Vegas, how do you turn down such a bet when the odds are in your favor. So, I excepted the bet and we made our way to the elevator. I tried desperately to text anyone from the group to get a response, but no one seemed to be checking their cellphones. As we walked to my room, the anticipation was building even more. I slid the card key in, and low and behold the rooms were all empty! I was shocked! I never was the first person to arrive back to the rooms all trip and the one time, I was hoping for the girls to be passed out and asleep, they were all somewhere but the room! Well, let's just say after some amazing make out session and nothing more, I told him that I did not want to take it any further but would love to stay in touch when we both get back to the East Coast. He begrudgingly accepted my request, exchanged numbers and parted ways around 7 AM. As I walked him out of the room and turned my back to the door, no more than 2 minutes later, I get a knock at the door. Sort of hoping it would be Mr. Hungarian, it was one of my girlfriends coming back to the room alone carrying her heels in one hand. As she begins to order room service for herself, we begin to exchange stories, but still very curious where the rest of the ladies are. Before the food even arrives, I was out for the count. My batteries were completely depleted and needed a few hours of snooze. 

As I woke up 3 hours later, I was relieved to see all the ladies back in the rooms. The stories from that particular evening were surely epic. I wish I could share all the "mansa" (a.k.a. gossip) but those are not mine to share. The one thing I surely learned from this trip was mastering the eye contact. It was key, particularly in the club scenario where saying the word "Hi" can barely be heard above all the music blasting. The law of attraction will just fall into place. Sometimes its about being in the right place at the right time and just letting the cards play out. 

I somehow have more success in finding a nice guy outside of NYC and wonder how is that so? It's because I feel more comfortable in letting go, being myself, and just letting things take its course when I am outside of NYC. I care less of what the other people think or how the situation will play out than when I am home. I have a fear of more likely running into this stranger again back in my hometown. But I shouldn't. All of us single folks need to have no reservations. You see someone across the room that fancies your pickle, go ahead and make eye contact. It is perfectly okay to approach another person at a bar if you feel compelled to get to know them. Take a chance and let the good times roll. 

Happy Friday and enjoy the weekend!

Besos, 

Ilana