Mistress Matisse's Journal

"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, and the bitch is back,
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact,
I can bitch, I can bitch, 'cause I'm better than you,
It's the way that I move, the things that I do!"

One of my favorite Elton John songs. Who'd have guessed?

The show? Big fun. The music was great, and staging was highly amusing. The man had giant inflatable boobs onstage. By giant, I mean: twenty feet tall and thirty feet wide. I felt like Woody Allen. There were some extremely phallic decorations as well!

Afterwards, Max and I roamed about the town. We had cocktails in a lounge at Caesar's Palace where sexy girls dance behind back-lit scrims. It's pretty. Then we decided to investigate an evening fetish event back at the Erotic Heritage Museum. A guy Max had met at Shibaricon was rigging, and Max wanted to drop by and check out the scene. It was a very nice event, although I have never seen a town that I think has as good a scene as Seattle. That's not a slam at the Vegas people, it's just that Seattle has a very robust, well-organized, active social/kink community. I'm spoiled by that.

After seeing the Strip, Max was curious about the "old Las Vegas" thing, so we went down to Fremont St. and watched the light show, played some slot machines, etc. Our verdict: we are also spoiled by everything in Seattle being non-smoking. Cough.

Today Max and I are hanging out in Vegas and flying back late. Thus, for phone calls and emails, The Bitch will be back as of Monday. Catch you then!

Labels: Max, my non-kink life, travel notes