HOW THE WEST WAS WON

I don’t even know where to start, except to say that the following events are true. Some names have been changed to protect the naughty, the nasty and the nice. So let’s get started…recap part one.


Upon arrival in Vegas, our first shoe-to-shoe meeting was with Darryl Dawkins at the airport. This tall, beautiful man had heads turning at the baggage claim as he chatted with a friend. Fortunately, Debbie and I are not shy and Mr. Dawkins was more than happy to oblige our request to chronicle the journey of our ‘shoes’.



As we jumped into our car, we asked the driver if he knew what was going on this weekend. We told him we had heard “there was a basketball game” and he said he had heard that the NBA was in town. Had heard? How could anyone miss it? Life sized hotties were advertised on any and all available space. Massive Kevin Garnets, Dwyane Wades, Tim Duncans, Tracy McGradys, and Dwight Howards decorated every inch of the town from buses to billboards to hotels. It was like being in heaven. After the obligatory stop at a liquor store for Jack and Belvedere, we checked into our suite at the New York. Our 1600 sq foot room, located within earshot of the roller coaster, was begging for a party. Bottles were opened, the girls were ready and the hunt for hotties began.






Within 30 seconds of exiting the elevator we encountered a fine posse of men. After a round of introductions, we had ourselves free tickets to the Kanye West show. It’s important to keep in mind, that everyone in Vegas claims to be “someone.” Although this particular posse claimed to belong to a famous recording artist, we couldn’t be sure. Pirates were abound as much as the real thing and our guard was up. (* A Pirate is someone looking for booty under the guise of a VIP)…we left this posse and headed for the Aladdin.



Entering the Aladdin, we were transported to yet another world. I can’t tell you how many tall, fine, blinged-out men decorated the hotel. Two exceptional specimens came in the form of twins. Wonder Twins extraordinaire! These boys were in Vegas for a modeling gig, so I was able to acquire a new poster-child and get my new man to model a prototype of the soon to be released Athlebrity t-shirt. I’d say the shirts will they sell themselves and heads up readers, these twins are actively seeking more work, so spread the word.


Next up, we hit the MGM Grand. To name just one baller we saw would be impossible (Yes I know impossible is nothing, but add some vodka to the mix and it’s a tough call). One fine baller, who refused to be photographed (or named), indulged in our shoe journey and posed with his alligator kicks. We then got a call from our New York posse, telling us to meet them at the Kanye West show. They were waiting for us at the entrance with VIP tickets, no strings attached, and escorted us into the show before cutting us loose. Kanye rocked the hell outta that place and we send a massive thanks to this particular posse of classy men who guard (sorry cant name him) a certain performer.


Thursday’s tip-off began at the Wynn. The Boost Mobile Zo and Magic’s 8-Ball Challenge celebrity pool tournament was going off. Magic Johnson, Alonzo Mourning, Queen Latifah, and Ludacris hosted this popular event which filled the Wynn with Athlebrites. There was a lot of attitude at the hotel. LA style attitude, which means no one wanted to be bothered. We ogled for about ten minutes before getting the hell outta there in search of a friendlier event.



Friday night-lights: where do we go? LeBron’s party at Light? The Nike party at Tao in the Venetian? The ESPN party at Tryst Nightclub? The McGrady-Diddy party at Jet? The Jordan party at the MGM Grand? Kenny Smith’s All-Star Bash at the Empire Ballroom? Our options were overwhelming. First stop was the Palms. Because it was the official player hotel, the place was jammed with fans, cops, bodyguards, news cameras, and yes, our boys. Nash, Duncan, Garnett, James, Melo, Shaq, Wade, etc…they were all there. Problem is, no CAMERAS allowed in the casino area. My heart raced, sank, and broke as Melo was standing next to me (surrounded by about ten armed guards) and I couldn’t even get a photo with him. A very sexy Kenyan Martin seemed a bit bored and lonely as he waited for a friend outside the 24/7 café in the Palms. He initially came-off as ‘irritated’ and I asked him if he was fed-up with the photos yet because it was only day one. He laughed and said, “Ya know, sometimes I just wanna relax and have fun”. What-you’re not having fun with us!!! This got him to bust out laughing and broke the ice. Props to him for keeping it real. Also outside the café was someone we heard called “Keenya” or something like that. If anyone out there knows who he is, let me know. He was beautiful, nice and funny.



After a while at the Palms, and getting our fill of eye candy, we went back to the Rio. We figured because all the ‘fans’ were at the Palms, some players would be over at the Rio to ‘relax and have some fun’. The Rio did not disappoint. First up. Allen Iverson. (Remember, no CAMERAS in the casino). The Answer was at a reserved blackjack table, with a bottle of champagne and a gaggle of gun- slingers keeping us at bay. In his white do-rag, flashy shades, and phenomenal aura, we watched the beast play for a while. As he was leaving, I gave him a “I love you Allen” to which he turned to me and said “Love ya too baby”. Bull’s babe, P.J. Brown thought he would slip by the girls, looking super fine in his Deuce McAllister jersey. No such luck…we spotted, we conquered, made him laugh and took off.



Friday night we went to the Prince show. Debbie is maybe the third biggest Prince fan in the world. The top two fans were in line every morning at 3121 waiting for that evenings performance, which translates to waiting in line from 8AM until 10PM. Gotta say, I’m glad we had tickets ahead of time, but if we didn’t, I certainly would have waited. Prince’s show lives up to the hype and then some. Gnarls Barkley made a surprise appearance, and we were lucky enough to meet and squeeze this cuddly man after the show. The real action was at the VIP after party, of which we will review for you tomorrow. Everyone was at this show- Queen Latifah, Dave Chappelle, Doug E Fresh, Will.I.Am. (Black Eyed Peas) and yes, even Michael Jackson! Saturday’s spectacles were numerous. The biggest event was the NBA Players Association All-Star Gala at the Mandalay Bay. We were invited to this party and Jamie Foxx’s private party by a posse we met at the Rio. We slammed a few drinks with the boys before turning down their strings-attached offer. Wasn’t sure who they were at the time, but later found out the posse leader is married to a very famous R&B singer.


The biggest disappointment was the event billed as the So So Derty Experience. We were promised Carmelo Anthony, Nelly, Lil Wayne, a VIP table, and free drinks. Ha, what a joke! After getting through all the metal detectors, coke dealers, and clouds of burning blunts (yummy), we were escorted into a gymnasium with no tables, no free drinks and some of the dirtiest ‘ho’s’ I have ever seen. After complaining to the event coordinator, and informing her that we weren’t the only ones complaining about NO TABLES for VIPS, she told us “Well, you’re just going to have to learn how to mingle better”. We mingled our way outta there so fast, and I urge all of you not to attend or support any events put on by Loose Cannon Productions.


Luckily, we got a car, fought the traffic and made our way back to the Rio. We were en route to a party at Tao, but one of my girls called and told me they shut the event down. At this point, we just wanted the sanctity of our Rio casino. And boy, did it do us right. Here’s a tip for all you star-chasers…camp at the elevators. Actually, ride them for a while…waiting in line for a shot of espresso, we noticed a posse of bling with boxes and boxes of Sean John clothing. As we took our eyes off the merchandise, we noticed Allen Iverson among the group. Now dressed in black, the Answer made his way with the posse to the elevator. Luckily we overheard what room they were headed for, and as luck would have it, they were just down the hall from us. We slammed our coffee and headed up to 1210. As we got off the elevator, we could already hear the music and smell the ganja. We passed the room, for shits and giggles, but did not interrupt the party. While Iverson is exceptionally hot, he was also extremely unapproachable. Not to say it’s a bad thing, he didn’t have attitude, he was just in his own little world. We respect everyone’s privacy and space and left Allen alone. As we left the 12th floor, several of his posse members met us at the elevators. No names needed. These guys were cool, friendly and reeked of cash. Again, an invitation was extended to attend a party with them, but we already had too much on our plate.


We hit the casino, played some dice and spotted a cutie. Thad Luckinbill from the Young and the Restless looked restless indeed! I had no idea who he was, but he was too cute not to be someone. After chatting with him for a few minutes, I flashed back to my wonder twins and asked Thad if he happened to have a twin brother- his answer floored me. “Yeah, and he’s here, I just can’t find him.” We invited Thad to join us at the craps table, which he accepted, until a flock of Y&R fans spotted him. We left him alone to do his “thing” and attempted to find Thad and his bro later, but got sidetracked by the Prince after party…
I know most of you were expecting photos of all the fine ballers we met. Unfortunately, due to the restrictions on camera use in casinos, this was extremely difficult. There are some aspects of the trip that fall under the ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ category, and out of respect for all the fine ballers who let us into their lives, I gotta keep some stuff in the vault. Also, our Cirque performer was not a part of the half-time crew. Because she stars in KA at the MGM, so she was too busy there to be pulled away for the game. Thanks to her for the VIP tour and tickets to the show. If you ever get a chance to see KA, I highly suggest it.
Much, much more on Vegas tomorrow, as well as all the shootings and stray bullets we dodged. I couldn’t possibly fit the entire week into one blog. Photos that I could share have been uploaded to Shutterfly. All others are in the vault.
As always, thanks for reading. Delinda
delinda@athlebrities.com