RtS: The Roosevelt Hotel - Dakota & Tropicana

[innerSpaceman]

Not Afraid's 15 minutes
(in 3 minute increments)


After dinner, we decended to the Brocolli Pool level, to obtain a bit of relief before heading out to the main pool. The ladies room features a very stylized silhouette of a female form on a small sign protruding from above the door so it can be seen from the corridor.

Seen, and if you are Not Afraid with a contact buzz ... immitated. The ladies room lady was striking quite the pose, and Lisa did her best to duplicate it within the limits of human anatomy. Naturally, the juxtaposition of human and silhouette sign in synchronicity prompted an impromptu photo shoot.

They were still trying to get the perfect shot when I exited the mens room. Lisa was gamely holding the pose while LashStoat flashed away with his camera, and Lashbear caputured it on video. There was hubbub in the hallway as people came and went from a formal event in a nearby ballroom, and one or two other people may have stopped to snap photos. All I could see were flashbulbs popping off all around Not Afraid, the sudden object of quasi-papparazi.

A beefy security guard approached me, and whispered to me conspiratorally ... but with wonderment in his tone, "Who is she??"




I whispered back that I couldn't say, as I didn't want to cause a commotion in the crowded hallway.


Then the flashbulbs stopped, the security guard moved on, I fell down laughing.


But for 3 glorious minutes ... Not Afraid was a Hollywood Star!



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Originally Posted by MouseWife

No one fell/was pushed in to the pool?

Alas no ... it would seem the natural thing to happen, perhaps night after night. But the frolicsome tradition of party-piling-in the pool from the days of Jimmy Stewart to those of Peter Sellers has come to an end, I'm afraid, in the days of cell phones on every person's person.