PARIS HILTON IS 25

Rachelle and I spent the day dragging Christine around Las Vegas' Harrahs properties so we can get cheap trinkets and stamps for their dumb Total Rewards promotion. Unfortunately, everything about the promotion appeals to the collector in me so I fell for it. Of course, Rachelle is usually stupified by the chance to win anything ($1,00,000 goes to someone) so she just had to go. Poor Christine had no choice.

We gambled a little downtown at the California and it was quite an experience to watch Rachelle play $5 blackjack. Even though she has snowboarded, surfed and done all kinds of physically challenging activities, she still looked like a little lost child on the blackjack table. Talk about intimidation. Here she is, over 30, having played thousands of hands on her Palm and getting an MBA, but she's still absolutely frightened by black jack. She never ceases to amaze me.

We ended the day at Rio's and got a free ticket to one of their shows (I think it was eROCKtica) for having gotten a stamp at all their properties. So we went back to Caesars and took a little nap. Our plan was to go to Ghostbar at the Palms but as Rachelle kept buggin' ("So where are we going tonight? What are we going to do?), I kept napping. By the time I got up, it was already 11pm and I knew there was no way in hell we were getting in anywhere.

But I felt like we had to go ahead and do something so off we went to the Palms. Of course, as I suspected, the lines were ridiculously long. I called Rich for some help but the poor bastard was already sick from having drank way too much at his co-worker's party.

Since we were staying at Caesars, we figured we might as well go there and hit some of the bars they have. It's funny because as big as Caesars is, they only have three bars that you can just walk up to and drink. One is called The Bar which is really just a bar, another is the Seahorse that is just across from Pure, and finally there's the Shadow Bar which is also quite close to Pure.

As we stood around the Seahorse, we could tell there were a lot of Pure rejects that knew enough to stop themselves from standing in line all night. Even though Rachelle was a guest, we also knew well enough not to even attempt to get into Pure since it was Paris Hilton's 25th birthday party there.

The girls wanted to hit the Shadow Bar, but I was tired and didn't really feel like waiting in line there. Besides, my wingman Rich wasn't around and I was kind of bummed that we couldn't go around looking for tail. I began to regret not hanging with the girls when I got back to the room by myself. I called, but they didn't pick-up so perhaps it was for the best. It's always good to give the girls some time to themselves.