Reza, the Persian gay realtor of the group, is having a birthday and he’s decided to host the group, and a couple of other friends, to a trip to Las Vegas where they stay at the ultra-sleek and relatively new Aria. The suite they’ve been provided allows for an elegant backdrop to extravagance and vomiting as the group spends nearly 48 hours downing alcohol by the gallon.
The trip begins with a limo/bus picking up the guests and shuttling them all to the airport where a private jet awaits them. MJ, pictured below, states: “I love flying private and I feel sorry for people who have to fly any other way”. I like MJ and flying private is a luxury that makes air travel so much more convenient, but this is something I wouldn’t likely say when being followed by television cameras. I thought it was a classic line, though. She spends the week-end downing more alcohol than I’ve ever seen, gets sick, and is nurtured by Asa, the bohemian of the group, who keeps a watchful eye on MJ’s alcohol intake. We get to see MJ’s throw-up on a cushion at the club being covered up by another cushion (ewww) and it further confirms that this group of people are classless and clueless. A picture says a thousand words, doesn’t it?
Mike, who previously lived in Vegas and was a successful realtor until the market crashed there, is well-connected at the hottest clubs and uses his juice to get some prime access. He seems to know everybody, including the white guy, Chris, who GG decides to
hire to boink her whore around with during the trip. We wonder if GG brings him around to make Mike jealous because there’s been some speculation that GG has the hots for Mike. It doesn’t work because Mike is too smart to want to hook up with a witch like GG and we’re sure he pities any guy who would hook up with her.
Which brings us to the drama of the week-end. GG is a bitterly mean-spirited, spoiled-rotten brat and brags about being kept by daddy and spending thousands of dollars a week shopping because, well, that’s what she does for a living.
Not particularly bright, and quite transparent in her jealousies, she starts to talk smack at the dinner table to MJ about the outfit one of Reza’s female friends is wearing, saying the outfit was from several fashion season’s ago and was probably purchased on the sale rack. Ouch.
Of course, her conversation is overheard and it causes a confrontation the next day at the pool when she makes other rude comments about this same girl’s gorgeous bathing suit.
GG is a bitter bitch and when the confrontation occurs, the group decides she’s just jealous and that they’re going to ignore her that night at the dinner table. Unable to take the shunning, GG leaves the table, packs up her clothes and leaves Las Vegas. Oh, Lord, another drama queen who needs to be the center of attention. What an unfortunate loss. Not.
It’s becoming clear that this group of friends knows how to party, enjoys the things that money can buy and that one of them, GG, who has no life purpose, except to find a man with money to marry her, has nothing better to do than talk smack about other people. She’s got a perpetual stick-up-her-ass which, as it was pointed out, usually subsides after a woman has gotten a little, but which clearly did not work for GG. She’s trite and common in her behaviours.
In fact, GG is the one good reason to watch the show. She’s a living testimony to what poor parenting produces and why parents with money should take heed to make sure their kids learn to humble themselves and put themselves to work at productive endeavors. Without meaningful purpose and an understanding of self-achievement, kids flounder when set free in the world.
Viva Las Vegas!