Billboard Music Awards in Las Vegas
As I’ve alluded to in my previous posts, I attended the Billboard Music Awards in Las Vegas a few weekends ago. It was an unplanned trip, which is probably not shocking to any of my regular readers. However, the last-minute nature of this trip was not due to my extreme love of spontaneity, but instead, it was impossible to book the trip in advance due to the unknown outcome of a competition for unsigned bands. My friends’ band was one of the final 6 competing for a spot to perform live on the BMA’s. They won the competition on Thursday night, my sister and I booked tickets on Friday, we flew to Vegas on Saturday, attended the show on Sunday, and flew home on Monday morning. It was a whirlwind, albeit an extremely fun whirlwind.
I’ve never attended any type of award show, so when my sister called enquiring about my weekend status and ability to show up in Vegas for less than 48 hours, I darted to my computer to scour the internet for cheap tickets. Once I found something reasonable, I started digging through my closet for Vegas and BMA-appropriate attire. I dumped out a still-packed suitcase from God knows where and threw in a plethora of crap to replace its previous contents. This is kind of how my life works; I only unpack suitcases when I have somewhere else to go. My closet holds the stuff I don’t usually wear, and my suitcases hold everything else. I’m a slob. Oh, hey there, suitcase hanging out in the corner of my room full of stuff I took to Miami LAST THANKSGIVING, I’ll get around to unpacking you now that it’s summer. However, you will be replaced by the suitcase I took to Tahoe and Vail. I’ll organize that one when it snows again. I know you all want to come live with me now. I don’t really cook all that much either.
Anyway…
I made it to Vegas and prepared to hit the town with my sister. This was also the weekend of THE RAPTURE, so we figured Vegas was the perfect place to not get rapturized. Jesus ain’t hauling me off to heaven, while I’m in the desert of sin. Also, after a weekend in Vegas, I usually don’t care if I die a drawn-out, awful death; flying across the country with a massive hangover and no sleep is pretty much the same thing. Gag. Vegas…
Our first night was fairly low key (shocking), and we woke up at a reasonable time to prepare ourselves for the BMA’s. We wandered to Sephora in Planet Hollywood to get our party faces applied. The makeup artists there were magical. Seriously, if you have an event in Vegas, or you just want to look less like yourself for a day, GO THERE. Plus, they were really nice, unlike the b*tches at MAC in Caesar’s Palace. After getting glamorous, we changed and walked to the MGM Grand for the main event. Thanks to our friends, our seats were pretty awesome. After the show, we popped a bottle of champagne and attended the official after-party at Tao. It was an amazing night. Thank you for being so talented, Gentlemen Hall. I expect you guys to perform at many more awards shows, specifically so I can attend.
And finally, my only issue with the production was that the television broadcast cut Gentlemen Hall’s performance short, and Justin Bieber was allowed to give 20 minute acceptance speeches. Sheesh, Biebs…
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Sounds like my closet…a series of unpacked bags quickly washed and repacked for the next trip. I think I have some packed from 1999…