Leaving Las Vegas

Vegas is probably one of the only places in the world where you can walk in and out of hotels, casinos, clubs, fashion boutiques, spas and the gym in the middle of the day in your pretty little heels with a stem glass of Sancerre in hand without getting judged. Yes, Vegas is ‘Shit show central’ and probably also where Charlie Sheen was born. But I won’t lie: it’s a very liberating place to visit. No strings attached. Just playtime. Oh and I realized upon my arrival back in West Hollywood that I had not said the two words ‘my book’ since we checked into The Cosmopolitan. How quaint.

Speaking of the gym:I get a lot of questions about my workout routine so here is the lowdown: Eric Morillo is my personal trainer. Done and done. Why? Because when he is playing like he did on Saturday at The Marqueé (and I’m not taking about when he plays ‘tribal K-hole stuff’) I’m raging like a little Miss Fitness who’s about to take home Gold from the Olympics. And if you don’t believe that it works you should ask Victoria Secret model Alessandra Ambrosio who was raging at our table as well getting in shape for her next billboard.

Back to my story: We all know that 2 nights in Vegas is more than plenty to get in serious trouble. So when David Guetta was about to hit the pool party at our hotel we checked out and left ‘shit show central’ without looking back.

Here is a tiny bit of the footage I have….

Annie & Natasha are wearing Object jackets and denim shorts. Bag is Chanel…

Soooo many hands

Hummer Limo, but don’t tell anyone… scchhh!

Victoria’s Secret dress, vintage belt and jewelry and Object jacket

Oh nothing! Just taking pictures of my feet form the 31st floor.

Leaving before Guetta. It’s a question of survival at this point.