You never know who you will meet in Vegas. Once, I spent an evening dancing in the private booth of Rob Dyrdek’s, the star of Fantasy Factory. The next visit Adam Sandler and Kevin James were shopping in Rolex. And now an Italian star.
On my last day in Las Vegas my girlfriend and I had six hours to kill before our flight and couldn’t think of a better way than lounging by the pool and drinking $20 Mojitos. At that price, I would probably be dropping the ‘s’ on Mojitos.
Though the Mirage sports an amazing guest pool with a waterfall, we were looking for something more private and peaceful. We checked out Bare Pool, you can go topless there. Nope. Not going to happen. When I will be sunbathing topless it will be in a country where that is the norm, not in Sin City. The VIP pool was the only other option. It featured shaded lounge chairs, a private cocktail waitress and random free snacks for fifty bucks per person.
Patrizio is a romantic, make your knees weak, baritone singer born in Naples and raised in Vienna. I am certain he draws a crowd of panty throwing women. And he is charming.
For the next few hours we invaded their cabana, ate their fruit plate and learned about the exciting, and sometimes tough, road for musicians.
When I returned home from Las Vegas, I watched this video of Patrizio performing ‘A Man Without Love’.
Mr. Buanne, I am now a fan, but will still not throw panties at the stage, unless they are someone elses.
Have you ever spent time will a star? Who would you have liked to have met at the pool?