Looks like someone didn’t get her fill on Thanksgiving. Out on the club circuit, nursing a tryptophan hangover with plenty of booze, I noticed a peculiar phenomenon that wasn’t part of the evening’s scheduled entertainment. At a VIP table near the DJ, in plain view of the entire club, a frisky blonde made out with her beau. Or a stranger. No matter. Point is, said blonde apparently craved some more stuffing and was more than happy to help herself to it. Taking advantage of her barely-there airplane skirt, she proceeded to go full-on, ahem … autopilot. Probably the only person who could not see her entire Turkey Day buffet was her not-so-gentlemanly friend. Gotta love holiday weekends in Vegas. Congrats, Miss, on getting the wishbone.
Wed, Dec 2, 2009 (6:52 p.m.)