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I’m not a porn star—really!
Wed, Jun 16, 2010 (5 p.m.)
Weekly contributor Stephanie Weedin (center) gets some support from porn stars Ashley Fires (left) and Jenny Hendrix.
I had sex on the beach with a hot, raven-haired porn star and two other strangers. Or was it three? Luckily, this sex on the beach was just a fruity alcoholic shot and not an actual sex act.
They say that the hair of the dog cures a hangover. So does the hair of 10 dogs make you feel like a rock star? It’s a perfectly sound theory that actually works even better in practice. I was hungover from a bachelorette party on Thursday night and looking for some dog hair.
Friday night I went to check out the afterparties of the Xfanz porn expo. The night began with a party at Wasted Space. I really did just mean to observe quietly, but my blue eye shadow must have gotten me sucked in headfirst, because I didn’t leave the Hard Rock Hotel until the sun was out.
The first porn star I met “recognized” me from another porn party. I can assure you that wasn’t me. The second porn star I met said it was a pleasure to finally meet me. Another case of mistaken identity. “Who is my porn star doppelganger?” I wondered. The third porn star I met was a very worn-out-looking Ron Jeremy.
At the table next to the one where I sat was Sunny Leone, host of the Xfanz expo, along with several other porn stars in tight, skimpy dresses and their male companions. Behind their table was a graveyard of empty bottles of Grey Goose and Jäger, lined up like they were set for target practice. A porn star straddled the flat space between two adjacent booths. With her tan legs spread and her skirt hiked up, she posed for a crotch shot. Then, she pulled the picture-taker close and began to kiss him. “That’s love!” I heard some guy say.
Arguably one the coolest joints in town, the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino houses some of Vegas' best entertainment, restaurants and nightlife.
At Hard Rock, it's all about the music. From the light fixtures made out of drum cymbals and guitar shaped door handles to stage costumes and tools of the trade of legendary musicians displayed on the walls, the hotel screams rock and roll. The Hard Rock's Joint has hosted some the biggest names in music — from The Who to Bob Dylan to hometown heroes, The Killers.Aside from the music venues, the pool at the Hard Rock is one of its biggest attractions. Spread out over 4.7 acres, the pool area features swim-up blackjack, a bar and grill, private cabanas, a bevy of secluded nooks, a waterfall and an extensive live music venue with a dance floor. During the summer, the pool transforms into the Rehab club on Sunday afternoons.
The resident nightclub Body English fuses European elegance with a rock star bachelor pad and it often a hot spot for visiting celebs and popular DJs. Vintage rock memorabilia lines the walls at Wasted Space, Hard Rock's anti-club.
Restaurants at Hard Rock are just as hip as the rest of the casino. Pink Taco serves up Mexican dishes, as well as a Central American and Caribbean menu. Nobu, one of five worldwide Japanese-specialty restaurants from famed Nobu Matsuhisa, satisfies a different taste. For round-the-clock cuisine, Mr. Lucky's 24/7, is sure to ease your appetite even after a Vegas-all-nighter.
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