Last night, Stewart and I were talking and I asked him what the craziest thing he'd ever done was. He said there were too many to pinpoint just one, lol. And this got me thinking...what was the craziest thing I had ever done? Good Lord, it was hard for me to pinpoint just one too...or at least to admit to it.
-There was that time Shauna and I stayed in a hotel in New York City- the Rhiga Royale-and the room, for one night, was $767. Yes, you read that correctly. That was more than the cost of a cruise to Cozumel for TWO PEOPLE that I went on about 10 years later. Had that been my money paying for it, I'd likely have dropped dead.
-There was the time my friends and I ended up partying with one of the Princes of Saudi Arabia...culminating in thousands of dollars worth of drinks and food from room service while we after-partied in his suite at the Ritz. I was terrified I was going to be drugged, dressed in a Princess Jasmine costume, and wake up as part of harem on a boat in the middle of the sea somewhere. I'm serious.
-There was the time Natazha and I decided we had to celebrate Thanksgiving in Vegas AND go to the Billboard Awards the following weekend. So, we flew to Vegas, stayed Wednesday through Monday morning for the holiday...flew home for 4 days...and then flew right back the following Thursday. I was SO jet lagged and SO sick that I spent the first hour in a bathroom in the hotel lobby vomiting. Then, I doped myself up and proceeded to have an awesome time, which included rubbing LL Cool J's chest during a blessed photo op lol.
-There was the time we went to Sisqo's party at the Venetian after one of these awards shows...he had a life-sized dragon ice sculpture (you know, he was all 'Unleash the Dragon') and an ice boat FILLED with shrimp and crab legs and oysters. I was maybe, possibly, probably, definitely a little tipsy...and when he walked past me I said loudly enough for him to hear, "OMG, he's shorter than I am!" And he was. And I was wearing red pleather pants...which is probably the best part of this whole story.
-There was the time Natazha and I hung out on Busta Rhyme's tour bus because Spliff thought I looked like Michelle Phieffer in Dangerous Minds. I'm pretty sure Spliff was NOT wearing his glasses that day.
-There was the time Natazha and I drove straight to New Orleans ( I think it was a 10 or 12 hour drive), partied for 20 hours, and drove straight home...without sleeping. And for the record, Bourbon Street smells like one huge, dirty, bathroom.
-There was the time I thought it was a good idea to go out without someone I had a crush on when I was 15...even though I was 34. It was NOT a good idea. That's right up there with crazy...in more ways than one, lol.
This is a partial list...when it's not 8am and I am thinking more clearly...or perhaps when I have had a few drinks and I am thinking LESS clearly and am therefore less inhibited, I will continue with the crazy stories... ;)
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