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A New Year Brings New Opportunities

2014When the new year comes around many things happen. I turn another year better and am reminded of childhood birthdays past when I would receive one gift for both Christmas and Birthday which completely royally sucked. I’ve told (and loving telling) the story about being the third baby born in 1968 in Nashville, TN. They forced labor on a woman who won the prizes for birthing the first of the year and at eighteen I graduated high school with her son. Music City U.S.A. is a small, small world.


Britney Spears Rocks Planet Hollywood Las Vegas

Britney Spears StoreI was hoping to take a hot minute or two off from it all upon my return from our Sin City Christmas but since everyone has chimed in about Britney Spears’ opening night of her 100-show residency at Planet Hollywood, it’s my turn. Granted my seat wasn’t as close as say Miley Cyrus’ 50-yard-line worshiping center of Britney’s universe but I could see just fine. That’s considering I was on my feet 95% of the show. Sorry for the ones behind me watching me shake my ass, wave my fists and film a majority of the show who were not joining in. It’s a concert performance. GET UP!


Spectacular Ice Rink at The Cosmopolitan Returns

Ice Rink Cosmopolitan I recently received the press release I had been waiting desperately for. Last holiday season we found ourselves enjoying the Ice Rink at the Boulevard Pool above the Las Vegas Strip at The Cosmopolitan for my birthday with our girlfriend Amber, a showgirl from the Luxor show of bombshell beauties Fantasy. The weather was stunningly crisp and just perfect for exciting rounds of skating across the iced-over pool underneath the 2995-room mega resort that we have called home the last 4 times we’ve descended on Sin City. And we’ve just now booked our next  holiday excursion for Xmas because as I swear there’s no place like The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas anywhere. And here’s why…



Loving Husband

I’m playing catch up and getting around to blogging about spending Christmas at The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas. It was spectacular. We arrived to a very busy Valet on Sunday the 23rd and got checked in rather quickly. We’ve always been welcomed in VIP but the lines were so swift we enjoyed the leisure of the open lobby and the people-watching Sin City always promises. After a fabulous upgrade, we arrived to our incredible suite facing the Bellagio Fountains and felt complete bliss. We were home.

Ice Rink Cosmopolitan

I called down to the Bell Desk and asked for our bags while Jacques opened up the curtains and sliding doors. Man, I love this place. Deciding to wing it for dinner until we arrived, Jacques and I walked the resort and found our dinner plans for the weekend before having a glass of wine at the Chandelier Bar. Later that evening we had made plans to see my stunning girlfriend Amber in Fantasy at Luxor. She was fierce. Girl danced twirling circles around that grand stage. Lead singer Lorena Peril has quite the voice and carried the show like a true professional. We were so happy we attended. Afterwards we found ourselves at the neon masterpiece of Peppermill for a spot of late-night grub before turning in. Love the lights of The Strip in my distant view as I slide into slumber.

Amber Stauser

Monday we woke and hit it down towards Wynn/Encore and the Fashion Mall for a spot of shopping. We always stop at the General Store near the Sahara for souvenir buying. I got mom and myself some very fun stuff! Back at the resort we enjoyed our annual lunch at China Poblano. Taste Bud Explosion, down. We wanted to have a moment in the room with some of the showgirls and champagne because there was a delicious bottle delivered to the suite for birthday which was very generous. However, no one wanted to drink before their show so with the cool weather only Amber came over for a round of ice skating at the Ice Rink at BLVD Social Club. Translation: The swimming pool iced over for fun and frolic under the cold night’s air above the radiation of the neon bulbs of The Strip. We had a blast and it meant a lot to me that she came over and spent time with us.

The Cosmopolitan - Bellagio

Christmas Eve we had dinner at Milos inside The Cosmopolitan and it was culinary brilliance. I love seeing Jacques enjoying dinner that he finds really good. My man knows food and I’m lucky because he does. After dinner we walked The Strip before the chilly evening wind called us inside the casino for Wheel of Fortune slot machine realness. I won my money back and that was fine. The warm bed was calling my name even more than the sounds of the dropping coins.

Steven Michael

We love Las Vegas and ALWAYS enjoy ourselves. The Cosmopolitan is the ONLY place we stay. I can’t wait to go back. #777


The Cosmopolitan exterior

From my balcony view at The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas, I see The Strip beginning its new day of carrying hope-chasers and thrill-seekers to their next destination, translation: CASINO. As I type this quick blast of thought, I see early morning neon still burning down way at Treasure Island TI, the Bellagio Fountains have yet to begin their parade of shows and I realize I could honestly sit and look at The Strip for hours. A twinkle of chrome catches my eye or a hotel window from neighboring resorts calls my view while a low rumble of sound creates the soundtrack accented with a speeding taxi horn or the boots and hollers of party girls in heels or sexy studs out with their bros. There’s a definite winter chill in the air. Last evening I was able to wear this fabulous black velvet jacket and leather pants down to Luxor to see my dear sister Amber tear up the floor in the choreography-heavy Fantasy. Those girls are fierce and lead lady Lorena Peril has the pipes to sing many into the ground. We had a great evening ending at Peppermill for some quick late night grub then back into our warm bed while seeing The Strip wind down its day once again. A text came in from Amber saying she was heading this was to hit Marquee. It was 2 a.m. The city never sleeps… But we needed to. Off for a day of shopping, ice skating and a hot toddy or two. Mary Christmas.

The Las Vegas Strip from The Cosmopolitan

And BIG THANKS to Renata in PR & The Cosmopolitan for the Birthday Champagne and hospitality. Always Fierce. X


The Husband and I always try to do something fabulous for the holidays. This year is no exception. Hello, Sin City! To know that Las Vegas is the place would be a surefire winning thought. The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas is the ONLY place we find ourselves these days when traveling to The Strip. They always treat us very well and we continually have one fierce experience each and every time we arrive. We love that damn place!

We’re very excited about spinning around the Ice Rink at Blvd Social Club. I love ice skating. And above The Strip – PLEASE! I was wondering how will that work. I bet there will be platforms under the water and ice on top, or maybe even complete ice in the pool water. Looking forward to finding out! Our stunning showgirl girlfriend Amber from Fantasy at Luxor is meeting us on Christmas Eve for s’mores and hot toddies over the neon wave of The Strip with show friends while Coco Montrese from Frank Marino’s Divas Las Vegas will be bringing her husband. Iconic holiday classic White Christmas will be playing on the large digital marquee above our heads. How brilliant?! A time to make great memories.

I see that the Red Hot Chili Peppers will be there on New Years Eve. They are quite the iconic rock band. We love their music. Wish we could be there to see them since my birthday is the First of January. Nonetheless, Christmas at The Cosmo… Life doesn’t get much sweeter! Looking forward to seeing just how the resort will be decorated to the nines for the holidays. It seems booking just the right performer on NYE is crucial to a successful night. It’s quite the business there in Las Vegas. I see that being the trend. Last year we arrived on the First and the billboards paved the highways into Las Vegas exciting visitors and locals alike of New Year’s Eve celebrity headliners. No doubt it’s the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ timelessness that makes them such a great fit at The Cosmopolitan.

The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas is such an original. Any fan of my blog or my magazine columns know that it’s THE place I stay over all others. There’s nothing that compares to it. There are other amazing resorts on The Strip and we’ve stayed at them all. But when you slide the balcony doors open to feel the warm radiation that all the neon love provides or have that view of the Bellagio fountain show exploding in front of your very eyes, there’s no place I’d rather be in the world.

I have to admit that after our initial visit to the resort when I covered it for the magazine and blog for the very first time, I’ve been obsessed with everything The Cosmopolitan is about. The staff treated us so well and with such respect that they’ve created a fan for life. The VIP treatment was impeccable and was like nothing I’d experienced before. I was overwhelmed and didn’t want to leave. We NEVER do. From culinary deliciousness of Scarpetta to the hidden gem pizza place on the 3rd floor, The Cosmopolitan provides that pure adult playground atmosphere with class and trendy refinement. I always thank them for the never-ending attention and generous courtesy always provided for Jacques and I.


Here’s a quick blast! I just returned from Sin City and we had a truly fierce time. Since then I’ve had two columns due and tried to get back into the swing of work since being away to my personal Heaven, The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas. More details will follow but for now just know that I’m back and ready to head into March, full-throttle and full steam ahead. WHURK IT, ME!

Next week I leave for Gayton “Gay Dayton” Ohio to judge the All American Goddess at Large national pageant which should even throw me even more out of my element from the comfortable warm bubble I live in here in Palm Springs to the 180-degree turn and near freezing temperatures I’ll find in Dayton. I’m ready for the challenge and to see some really good drag. I need it, baby! BRING IT! X


I have been all a Twitter about our upcoming trip to Las Vegas, Sin City, my out-of-town town. Preoccupied would be such an understatement, however, I digress.  One more day of work and then I’m off for three as we two hit it to the Strip. Saturday brings an always welcomed road trip with the man I love to the place I worship. Always have, always will. After checking in at the gorgeous and privately sleek Palms Place, we’ll grab some wonderful dinner at Palms Resort Casino and head to the grand opening of Share Nightclub and Ultra Lounge until the wee hours if we can make out late. I’m ready for some serious Nomi Malone action on my lap from a private dancer. Honesty, please.


Starring Elizabeth Berkley as “Nomi Malone”

The celebrities from the Gay Mafia will be in attendance on the red carpet and I’ll be telling all with vivid detail and delicious dish. Sunday we’re moving over to The Cosmopolitan for our second night. We couldn’t be in Las Vegas and not stay there one night. Heaven. We’ll be seeing Vegas: The Show at Planet Hollywood and then a nightcap somewhere. Hate me. I would. Details soon! ♠♣♥♦




As we all know by now that what happens in Vegas during one of my fabulous trips is told here with every gruesome detail of debauchery. Quick recap if you’re just joining in… I love Las Vegas! Always have, always will. OK, with that said, let’s dig into the ultimate sin of having your cake and eating it, too! This is how I celebrated my birthday — my way, in Sin City during the New Years’ holiday.

I turned forty-something on 01/01 or as many call it “thirty-nine for another year.” The husband and I aren’t into big parties so we always discuss how to spend our special days respectively and that’s how we do it. The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas and I have a very nice relationship with one another. The place is sick! I couldn’t think of a better location for our one night getaway. This stunning resort offers everything I need for comfort and joy. Unique surroundings celebrating individuality of the guest delivering immediate results for every person’s whim or desire. And those magnificent open-air balconies are decadent.

The anticipation grew within me as flashy billboards that dress the sides of I-15 heading into Las Vegas increased in volume and intensity. Since laying low on New Year’s Eve and saving our mojo for Sin City, we lived vicariously through the bright marquees that told of The Dutchess Fergie strutting her “Fergaliciousness” at Mirage, Mary J. Blige bringing her diva style to RPM Nightclub at Tropicana and Kim Kardashian collecting her $600,000 paycheck at TAO at The Venetian for ringing in NYE.

Once we checked into The Cosmopolitan, we discovered that our upgraded suite faced the fabulous fountains of Bellagio. I was in heaven. That’s what I personally call The Cosmopolitan, “Heaven,” because it is. I immediately opened the sliding doors and caught the first of many fountain shows we would witness during our stay. We called down for the bags and within a blink they were delivered to our room and unpacked. Soon after, we headed over to Bally’s to pick up our tickets for Jubilee! and run the Strip for a few minutes before dinner.

The energy downstairs in the casino at The Cosmopolitan was still rowdy and right on target for ringing in the New Year from the night before. Wheel of Fortune slot machines shamelessly gobbled up the twenties we fed them as we strutted through. It didn’t ruin our good moods. However, it was when we entered Bally’s that there was some concern. Talk about Hunger Games.

We took the moving walkway up to Bally’s and entered. It was quite surreal being there considering the property was once MGM Grand where I would visit as an impressionable child with my parents. The hotel hasn’t changed much since then. As soon as we entered, this aggressive sales chick basically jumped on us sinking her teeth into us seeming concerned about our travel needs. I immediately replied, “Get to the pitch. We have to go.” She laughed and pushed us off on an anxious sales guy. We declined their offer and continued on to pick up the show tickets.

Downstairs I strolled through memory lane as we walked past shops where I once spent my trip allowance on Marilyn Monroe memorabilia. Although, I don’t recall desperate sales dudes standing at kiosks offering what appeared to be counterfeit Louis Vuitton and Chanel iPhone cases at special deals “because it was a slow night.” The Strip called us back outside and we were off to enjoy a birthday ritual of shameless plunges into sushi and sake oblivion back at The Cosmopolitan.

With a few minutes to spare I slid into the sunken Japanese tub back in the room for a soak and got lost in the burning neon bulbs of the Strip that radiated before me. Ah, bliss. Once arriving downstairs to Blue Ribbon Sushi Bar & Grill we ordered a ton of delicious sushi displayed extravagantly on long boards and even had a generous round of sake complements of the resort. Luckily the walk over to Bally’s afterwards for the show would help walk off our amazing cuisine.

Jubilee! celebrates its 30th anniversary and is quite spectacular still today. Topless showgirls in stunning costumes of beads and rhinestones, grand sets that rise and fall throughout, and familiar songbook classics performed with heart and experience is what any theatre addict will find nightly inside the ballroom at Bally’s. It greatly satisfied the repressed showgirl deep inside me. It’s a must-see for any true Vegas junkie. You can bet on it!

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I just returned from a fabulous visit to Las Vegas and as always, we had a fierce time. Sin City and Steven Michael always get along. The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas, which I call pure heaven because it is, treated us very well with an upgraded suite and a round of drinks on the house. It gives me everything I love in a hotel room. Immaculate furnishings, an open air balcony and a spectacular view of my favorite place on earth (yes, strong words!) The Las Vegas Strip. The Husband and I found ourselves in a sushi and sake serenade at Blue Ribbon Sushi and Grill on Sunday for my birthday dinner. Delicious! Oh, yeah! I became another year more experienced on Sunday. More mature?! Better like fine wine? Yes, older. It’s all good. Like I say that my mom now says that my Husband also says, “It is what it is.” Cause it is…

Our balcony view of the Bellagio fountains was spectacular and I honestly could sit watching the twinkling neon bulb wattage of The Strip all day and all night. I’ve seen the view plenty of times but I never grow tired of it. There’s always something to catch my attention, my eye, my homage. After dinner, we caught Jubilee! at Bally’s which is now celebrating their 30th anniversary. It was surreal walking in the place considering it was formally the MGM Grand that I would stay in as a child, rather young tween, with my parents. I tell the story of my father tossing me a few hundred dollars and sending loose on The Strip to shop, cruise and get cruised even though I wasn’t sure what was going on at the time.

Jubilee! is chock full of original showgirls with the glitz and gorgeousness of what Las Vegas is all about with grand sets that amazingly raised and lowered during huge production numbers, topless divas who owned the stage with legs to there and sexy thong-wearing male dancers with bare chests blazing. However, a few who could have left pants on. Just saying. We actually sat in the same cushioned booths that I would sit in as child watching shows with my parents. Things haven’t changed very much on the property except the very aggressive people who work there. This one woman nailed us as soon as we walked in about two nights for $99 and WOW! She was too damn much. I told her to get to the point and give the pitch. She did. We immediately declined, picked up my gracious media tickets, walked quickly around and hit The Strip. But not after having a desperate guy standing downstairs at a kiosk try and “make me a deal because it was slow” by selling me counterfeit Vuitton and Chanel iPhone 4 cases with bling. We were slightly in shock that the resort would allow that to go on.

More details will drop in my “Steven Spills” installment next issue of PULP so that’s all for now… What happens in Vegas, will end up here. Stay tuned.