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Vegas in 26 Hours

This weekend, Blake, Steph, and I set off for Vegas with one thing in mind...Blake IS the next American Idol. We arrived at about 3am early Sunday morning and were a little less than excited to learn we were within the last 50 of aboot...yeah...8,000.

So we were finally settled in our waiting seats at aboot 5am. It was so cold in The Orleans Arena and we were all soo tired. The actual auditions did not even start until 8 am. We were in for a loooong day.

It wasn't until aboot 11:30am that we realized we didn't have to freeze our asses off in that arena and bore ourselves to death. So we blew that joint and headed off to Paris...aww yeah.

We had a yummy veggie crepe (or crap as Blake would call it) and a much needed strawberry daiquiri at Le Petit Bar. I made friends with the bartender and he told me the secret to his special daiquiri...AND he gave me a free drink! Things were looking up and we weren't so tired anymore.

I saw this billboard last weekend when I was in Sin City, but was not able to photograph it. I wasn't going to let that opportunity pass me by again. Where can I get a shirt with this on it?

After being flaneurs for 3 hours, we thought it was time we return to the sound shrieking arena. We didn't want Blake to miss his audition. Nor, did we wanna miss out on any more people singing damn Whitney Houston songs or "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" or "Natural Woman". We just couldn't get enough of those ones...no, not at all. Plus, it was getting too hot to handle.

It being 3 hours later, we thought the line would have been a lot shorter, but no. Everyone was still there! It was like watching water boil. And once again we froze to death and did all we could to catch a little shut eye in the most uncomfortable seats EVER.

Finally at around 6pm, 19.5 hours later, Blake was up. He was adorable in his pink polo. He sang Edwin McCain's "I'll Be" and smiled his whole way through it, that smirky charming smile of his. But the judges were prudes and were not giving it up...to anybody. So the wristband was cut off and we headed home.

It's okay though. Blake is gonna be BIG one day, no matter what. I just know it. He's so money...and he doesn't even know it. American Idol would have been lucky to have him in the show, but they'll just have to deal with missing out.

Posted by Mollie Gamo at September 14, 2004 11:14 AM | TrackBack