Fellow Las Vegans should rest content that we treated all out-of-town filmmakers and critics to a good time Tuesday night. Sapphire Gentleman’s Club hosted the after-party for all CineVegas-goers not content with calling it a night after Tao shut its big wooden doors. Groups bedecked in CineVegas press passes headed to Industrial Road in designated-driven carpools, on a quest for carnal delights. After all, when in Vegas, you’ve got to do it like the Vegans, and Vegans do it in the strip club. Everyone appeared to be thoroughly satisfied with the experience, and one man indubitably so: Josh Fox, the director of the well-received Memorial Day. Standing reticently at the bar, drink in hand, he emotionally remarked: “I can’t believe it. I’ve spent the last two years slaving away in a warehouse, not knowing what would come of it, and now I’m here!” He surveyed the blue-lit room, the poles, the topless women. He had made it. He was in Vegas.
Personal highlights of the evening included receiving my first (girl-on-girl) lap dance while coworkers observed, getting the classic line, “Don’t I know you from high school?” from a fellow patron, and listening to the stripper-babble in the women’s bathroom: “I always get stuck with the cheap ones. He even fell asleep!” “I told you they like blondes.” “I made more money than you: $40 bitch!”
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