CRAZY HORSE ISN'T INDIAN IN VEGAS

We don't know what the hell our two new friends Brenda or Lynie are doing tonight. That's okay because we've got the entire week to hang out with them.

For now, we must journey to Crazy Horse 2, a gentlemen's club right on Industrial Rd. Although the Horse is (for my strip joint expert friend D) the best club in Vegas, it has never held that kind of appeal for me. At least until I visited the joint late one night on a "no sleep till Brooklyn" kind of trips to Vegas.

There she was, the most beautiful Pinay I have ever seen. She wasn't even dancing. She was just a cocktail server but she was gorgeous. Even one of the dancers commented, "she's hot and she knows it." Petite, classically beautiful mistizo face, hair tied back in a pony tail and a plentiful chest to boot. She was even polite and unbelievably friendly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and had to look at my nephew to make sure I was looking at the same thing he was. He assured me, I wasn't seeing things because he too was already in love. Her name was Giselle.

Since then, I've always wanted to go back to the Horse just to see her. Tonight was the perfect night since it was obligatory that we visit the Horse on this trip. I had always told Rich to go there just to see if she was still working. I told him I wouldn't need to describe her because he would instantly recognize her if he ever saw her. It would take only one glance.

Unfortunately, even after numerous lap dances and several rounds of beer, none of the dancers or waitresses had ever heard of her. It was as if she just disappeared and never existed. Only her memory remains in my head. Goodbye Giselle - I hope we meet again someday.