In Vegas, beauty equals currency. Beautiful women jump to the front of the lines. Men buy them drinks. They don’t pay the cover charge.
As an ordinary woman, you start to think in terms of big changes to be made, weight to lose and hair products to buy. You too want to be first in line and not pay the cover charge.
Then you come home and remember you have slightly bigger ambitions and you go back to writing your book and ignoring your hair.
Michele covers the full story of our wonderful, wonderful weekend here, though she failed to cover her ass, as you will see.
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