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So it’s taken me this long to finally blog about my trip to Vegas for the AVNs. I went up for only one day. I drove in Friday night…Slept at Dia Zerva’spad and got up the next day to walk around the show. I didn’t work a booth or anything. I really just wanted to go to check out who was there…what vendors were there and try to schmooze with people about the credit card processing crap I working with my ex on. It was money well spent. I got to check out the booths and see my girlfriends and I didn’t have to sit behind some stupid desk and pretend to really care about the guys who wanted to take pictures with me so they could try to feel my ass. I could come and go as I pleased…no leash..it was awesomeness.

I only stayed at the show for about 2 hours because lets face it, I’ve seen everything and know everyone there so what the hell do I need to stay at a convention for. None of the owners i wanted to talk to were there, they hired models to work the booths so they could actually enjoy Vegas. I didn’t attend any of the parties that any of the companies threw. I’m working so much I just don’t know how to have fun anymore..it’s sad. 🙁 so much debauchery going on right under my nose and I didn’t do or see any of it…bah humbug.

The highlight of my trip was seeing Dia and Syd Blakovich. Syd and I went to Randy Couture’s Gym to train. We just happened to show up on a day they were having an open house. So we were able to take an MMA class and then roll on the mats together just for fun. I think I feel in love with Syd that day. What an intense workout that was…seriously working out turns me on like nothing else. I get so horny when I’m with someone who pushes me to my limits…I think it’s because i get frustrated and being frustrated has always made me horny. Alas…Syd left me with blue balls.

After rolling at the gym, I had to hurry up and get ready for my hot date for the AVN awards show, Dana Dane. Dana had been nominated for some AVN’s for her directing and producing so she asked me to go as her date. I was honored to grace the red carpets with her…however. I was so freakn’ tired from my workout with Syd that I didn’t want to stay for the awards show. We did the red carpet and then I went back to Dia’s for and R & R. I left her house at 6am to drive home so I could do a Cam show…such is life. I wish I had more exciting stuff to blog about…some juicy sex or something…but I’m just still bummed about my break up and things with work have been crazy..I am so quiet and focused on work…and money..I’m a big fan of money LOL.Money never lets me down or turns me away..Money never gives me attitude and when I have a hot wad of cash with me…the ladies love me 🙂

Dana did forward me some pix she got from her cell phone..what a sweetie!! thanks Dana.

I’ve recently fallen in love with The Ting Tings, especially the “that’s not my name” song. I started laughing when I listend to the lyrics because it totally reminded me of the adult entertainment expo I had to work last month. First of I was working at a booth with about 10,000 strangers flashing pictures of me, none of who knew who the hell I was. Several asked for autographs…like..why…that’s totally weird. The funny thing about the convention freaks is that they think they can demand girls to do things and we will just drop to our knees to please them. To get our attention they would shout, ” hey sweetie, sweetie” or “sexy, over here” “hey baby”. I would joke with the girls in my booth after the show by walking behind them and shouting, “hey sweetie, sweetie, over here…show me your tits, sweetie turn around, sweetie…sweetie.” I got so fucking tired of being called “Sweetie” I could have punched someone the last day. So this song “that’s not my name” just reminded me of my horrible experience with the a-hole at the AEE.  

“Are you calling me Darling?
Are you calling me Bird?
Are you calling me Darling?
Are you calling me Bird?

They call me hell
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane

That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
that’s not my name

They call me quiet girl
But I’m a riot yeah
Maybe Jolesia
Always the same”

Anyway, the people at the AEE got a name of their own from me. I called them all “Carl” because they all reminded me of Carl for “Aqua Teen Hunger Force”.

what most the dudes at AEE reminded me of

I don’t understand how someone who looks like Carl thinks I would go for them, when I don’t like guys but when I do find a guy I clearly go for the ones who look like Adonis.

I know that none of the Carls are coming to this Blog and ergo will not have their feelings hurt. I know they won’t come here because they still have no idea who I am, even after the pictures and autographs and attempts to grab my tits and ass. Those type of guys are to fucking rude and inconsiderate they would never take the time to actually look up who I am or try to get to know me at all. Now don’t get me wrong, Not every single person at the convention was a Carl. Carl was a special breed of asshole who went to the show…so if you did go to the show and meet me and you didn’t try to grab my ass, or ask me for my number or tell me graphically how you wanted to fuck me, then you are NOT a Carl.

So I had about 12 hours to recover from my trip to Russia before I had to get on a plane and fly to Las Vegas for the Adult Entertainment Expo. I was suffering from terrible Jet Lag so I don’t have any wild or crazy stories really. When I got to my hotel I learned that I would be sharing a room with the Marvelous Nyssa Nevers. I had never met her before so I was hoping she’d be cool. She walked in the door and right from the get go we hit it off. That lady is completely hysterical. Sharing a room with her was a 24/7 laughfest. The convention was miserable. Some of you may or maynot know that I am NOT a people person. I don’t work customer service for a reason. I like being an online personality because I never really have to deal with people in person. I know, I know….I’m an asshole…what ever.

I have a huge problem with people I don’t know asking me for favors and shit for free. It would be one thing if I had a fan show up to the booth and tell me how much they loved my work and blah blah blah and then ask for a free mug or mousepad that I brought to hand out to special people. But nobody knew who I was. People would walk up to me thinking they were “sneaking” an ass shot with their camera and then snap off 20-30 other pix then be like, “oh you’re kinda pretty, what’s your name” and then proceed to ask me for my personal merchandise. uhh I don’t think so BUDDY. I spend money making merchandise to give out to fans, not just any schmuck off the street. Bare in mind that the booth I was working for ( the Clips4sale Booth) was handing out bags, teeshirts, pens, lights, free porn, frisbees, beach balls…all types of free shit. Also bare in mind that most of the girls signing were charging for pictures and autographs. I didn’t have my merchandise sitting out anywhere for people to see and/or steal…rather I kept it under the table…someone(s) did steal a lot of it…someone also stole my camera.

It wansn’t a completely horrible experience. I got to work at a great booth with two great girls, Ashley Fires and Nyssa Nevers. The girls and I had a blast working with each other. We didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with each other at the booth because we were constantly posing for pictures however we did make time each day to give each other forced orgasms as shows for the audience.  YEAH!

 The owner of the booth decided that he would hire a body paint to paint a costume on me. The body painter was an amazing artist, I was complemented on his work left and right, I was really proud to be wearing his work….however…..the night before flying out I went to a tanning place a got a mystique tan. I figured I needed some color after being in Russia for 2 weeks. I don’t know what the mystique tan and the body paint talked about while they were on my body but they definately plotted against me that night. When I got back to the hotel to rinse off NONE of the paint was coming off. I had to call Nyssa into the bath room so she could loofa me in unmentionable spots. Eventually most the paint came off but some streaks remained for several days afterwards.