VIP
Posted by Rachel Scott on Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Under: Aspen
Back in December, I decided to visit Aspen for the holidays. Four months later, I'm still here. Though I make occasional trips to NYC, the doormen at my building rarely remember me.
Though I miss The City, I can't complain about my time in Aspen. I'm working, yet have plenty of time to ski, snowboard, dance, practice yoga and spend time with friends. I've met tons of great people-- both locals and tourists. I've been hottubbing with super buff rugby players, did tequila shots with 'Mexico's most eligible bachelors', and played tour guide for famous dancers.
The dancers were in town from LA for a convention at my studio, and I was more than happy to take them out for a night on the town after a long day of classes and competition. (My choreography won, by the away!) Anyway, after hours of dancing in my cute gray pumps, my feet were beginning to ache. And I grew tired of the groupies and cougars trying to claw their way to the guys in my group. So, I finagled my way up to the VIP section of the trendy Aspen nightclub, where I schmoozed with some hot New York tourists. They offered me a Grey Goose cocktail and I made myself comfortable. I slipped off my shoes and spent the rest of the night dancing barefoot on the leather benches in VIP before finally leaving with my dancer friends.
"Where were you?" they asked.
"Dancing in VIP," I replied.
"Ohhhh! VIP! Excuuuuse moi!" they teased. I tried to explain that I was merely trying to rest my feet, but they were relentless with their taunts.
The following morning, I walked into the dance studio where they announced, "VIP is in the building!!!"
For the rest of the weekend, I was known as 'VIP'.
A cool nickname is not all I got that weekend; I also got a phone number from one of the cute VIP guys! I made plans to meet up with Mr. VIP in New York. Brit and I met him and his brother at a hip happy hour lounge, where we spent hours laughing and chatting. Although Mr. VIP and I hit it off, he broke his knee cap a few days later, and canceled what was to be our first date. Just my luck!
Though I miss The City, I can't complain about my time in Aspen. I'm working, yet have plenty of time to ski, snowboard, dance, practice yoga and spend time with friends. I've met tons of great people-- both locals and tourists. I've been hottubbing with super buff rugby players, did tequila shots with 'Mexico's most eligible bachelors', and played tour guide for famous dancers.
The dancers were in town from LA for a convention at my studio, and I was more than happy to take them out for a night on the town after a long day of classes and competition. (My choreography won, by the away!) Anyway, after hours of dancing in my cute gray pumps, my feet were beginning to ache. And I grew tired of the groupies and cougars trying to claw their way to the guys in my group. So, I finagled my way up to the VIP section of the trendy Aspen nightclub, where I schmoozed with some hot New York tourists. They offered me a Grey Goose cocktail and I made myself comfortable. I slipped off my shoes and spent the rest of the night dancing barefoot on the leather benches in VIP before finally leaving with my dancer friends.
"Where were you?" they asked.
"Dancing in VIP," I replied.
"Ohhhh! VIP! Excuuuuse moi!" they teased. I tried to explain that I was merely trying to rest my feet, but they were relentless with their taunts.
The following morning, I walked into the dance studio where they announced, "VIP is in the building!!!"
For the rest of the weekend, I was known as 'VIP'.
A cool nickname is not all I got that weekend; I also got a phone number from one of the cute VIP guys! I made plans to meet up with Mr. VIP in New York. Brit and I met him and his brother at a hip happy hour lounge, where we spent hours laughing and chatting. Although Mr. VIP and I hit it off, he broke his knee cap a few days later, and canceled what was to be our first date. Just my luck!
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