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22 September 05 ¦ Permalink ¦
We’re goin’ to go swimmin’... with Paul Banks!
Whilst lounging at the pool at the Hard Rock Hotel, and playing my new favorite drinking game “Fake Boobies” ; needless to say, getting really drunk…
(Actually, the whole pool area there is super cool, with these faux beaches to go with the fake boobies. Soo Vegas!)
I was drinking a vodka drink called “Rockstar Lemonade” and playing with my Nano. In case you were wondering, I was fully clothed in a black tank top and black skirt and well, 4 inch black faux croc wedges. My mom called my cell phone 4x, I eventually stood up and stomped around because I was so annoyed.
J2 splashed by in the water below and pointed out a guy he thought was totally hot. He was all Mr. Muscles, completely shaved and tanned.
J2 nicknamed him “Thunda from Down Unda” because he looked like one of those strippers… (not that I would know).
I made a “Ewww… gross” face.
He said:
“Wow Joy, I guess my standards are a lot lower than yours!”
I shrugged.
We both turned to look at the pack of practically naked, fake boobie girls squealing under the waterfall and flipping their hair, whilst a group of seriously hairy-backed men gawked.
I said, without much enthusiasm:
“Wow. Such shameless displays of cellulite.”
J2 nodded and we watched them fill their cowboy hats with water and dump them on their heads, while they cackled and snorted.
My maternal instincts kicked in as I ordered J2:
“Better get out of the water before you get The Herpes!”
HAHAHA!Looking at J2’s watch, we realized we better change for our dinner reservations at Nobu, so we finished our drinks and got up looking for a place to return our towels.
As we were wobbling along our way, I happened to look to my right and lo, and behold, who do I see lounging…
It was PAUL BANKS!
Yes, Interpol Paul, sunning himself in a t-shirt and shorts with his girlfriend.
I turned to J2 and mouthed:
OMG! It’s PAUL!..frantically moving my eyes in his direction.
We both started freaking out as we continued walking, pretending to carry on a loud conversation about beach towels. J2 took my cell phone and tried to get in a discreet photo… but was unsuccessful.
So, I ran as fast as I could (in 4-inch heels!), through the casino, up to the room, grabbing my camera and running back to the pool.
J2 walked up from behind and took a picture, but Paul stood up, acting like he was leaving. He moved to a more secluded section on the sand, which you could really only see from a bridge that went over the pool.
I tried casually walking across the bridge to take a picture, but he was watching… J2 cursed me for looking too much like someone who was an Interpol fan.
Deciding we needed more “props”, I pulled out my Dave Eggers book from my bag (Damn, the book was black and red! Very Interpol) and handed J2 a box of Junior Mints (also in my bag).
I told J2 to take off his shirt, my logic being.. Paul would avoid looking at us then! J2 became very fussy and and said:
“Oh why because my fat body will be so disgusting and repulsive to him?! HUH?”
I explained how Paul wouldn’t want to appear like he was staring at a topless guy.
J2 finally agreed and he took my camera, managing to get another picture.
Words cannot describe our giddiness!
Sure, we were pretty drunk… but it was still super exciting.
WE SAW PAUL AT THE POOL!!!Oh my god.
How awesome is that?
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Click HERE to view more pictures of Paul, and some from the Hard Rock Hotel.
I’ll have the rest of my Interpol pictures, a show review and Vegas stories up later…
boo, I think I’m getting sick again… everyone was sick and sneezing on the plane! I kept thinking about Airborne. I’m tired.* * *
Even when drunk it occurs to you to do something that I wouldn’t think of until it was too late even when sober. I still haven’t forgiven myself for failing to take a photo of Eddie Izzard when I saw him in the street in Sydney, Australia. And then there’s the time I met Mike Mills from REM…..d’oh!
— Gordo 22 September 05 #
Eddie Izzard!? :P Aww… I would’ve kicked myself if I had my camera and didn’t ask him to pose for a picture!!
I know what you mean about Mike Mills. I met him twice, both times without a camera. :( Well, the second time I had my cell phone camera, but it was too dark.
Oh well… next time, right?! :)
Thanks for stopping by. :)
— Joy 22 September 05 #
— Joy 22 September 05 #
p.s. i have fallen head over heels for a very sweet boy :)
— maggie 22 September 05 #
:D !!
Yay!! Finally, a sweet boy deserving of you and your affection. :) I’m so happy for you.
I hope you are doing well. I’ve been thinking about you. :)
And yes! Can you believe I saw Paul at the hotel pool!? :O OMG, if you were there I would have been braver and we would’ve gone up to him and shared sunsblock or something. :P
— Joy 22 September 05 #
— maggs 22 September 05 #
I got just such a pic the day I went skiing with Johnny Rotten.
Well not exactly “with”...., rather like your pic here. Mr. Lydon was indeed learning how, on the Squaw Valley bunny slope the same day as my boyfriend and I were beginning, right next to us, albeit with his own gorgeous snowbunny instructor.
Innit Great??? I love that feeling… I still have a pic of me pointing at him behind his back going “EEEE!! It’s the SEX PISTOL!!”
Paul’s a pretty-pretty!
— xibee 22 September 05 #
So, was he a fast learner?
— Joy 22 September 05 #
— xibee 23 September 05 #
I hope your knee got better. Ouch!
— Joy 23 September 05 #
— Melina 11 October 05 #
Swoon, baby!
— Joy 11 October 05 #
— Joy 11 October 05 #
2004 was like this:
1. Carlos
2. Paul
3. Daniel
4. Sam
5. The keyboard guy that nobody knows, which is sad.
2005? A bit of a change:
1. Daniel (the dancing..I mean, yeah)
2. Carlos
3. Paul
4. Sam
5. the keyboard guy that nobody knows…
— Melina 11 October 05 #
For me in 2004:
# Carlos
# Daniel
# Paul
# Sam
# Sorry no lust for the keyboard guy at all. :P
2005:
# Carlos
# Sam
# Paul
# Daniel
# Still, no keyboard guy. :P
It’s funny, Sam seemed really tanned. And out of the bunch, Paul does seem like the only one who would be in the sun. :)
— Joy 12 October 05 #
— leslie 23 November 05 #