File #14: Las Vegas and Agent Rhinestone.

Agent Rhinestone loves the glitzy ritz and flashy bits in Vegas…..she loves it mostly when she is with her fellow spies. Somehow Lady Rhinestone was sent to Vegas all alone this time- for work of all dreadful things.
Of course she’s fine lounging in the Flamingo’s refurnished flats nibbling room service snacks and taking long bubbly baths….but she hates to be alone.

If you were a butterfly on her wall right now you’d see…..

Agent Rhinestone laying on her California Queen bed staring forlornly out of her picture window wondering...”Why me, why must I be here amongst all that glitters, all by myself.” She’s snuggling into her pink satin PJ’s and nuzzling her cheek against her black feathered sleeping boa. She’s taking a little white doll, having a sip of champagne and falling into a peaceful dreamy sleep for at least 8 hours maybe 10.


Goodnight….

File #13...Super Bowl for Women

On Sunday Agent Rhinestone prepared her cozy refinished basement for an all out…all women super bowl party. The guest list was brimming with infamous invitee’s such as Rhinestone’s BFF Double oh Sassy and like... Madonna.

Agent Rhinestone decorated her home with glitter puffy paint signs that read “Women Only” and “Super Bowl 2007.”
She laid out elaborate spreads of rice crispy treats and fantastically displayed bowls of chips and dips.
She even baked a pink cake in the shape of a football…but nobody ate it because it was so fancy!


Double Oh came over at promptly 2: PM, toting silver Nordstrom bags full of matching sweat suits and numerous bottles of Sofia Coppola champagne. The girls climbed into their funky fab outfits and hunkered down for an epic snack fest and football extravaganza.


The Football part never actually happened…instead the girls pulled out their matching boxes of tissues and watched Sandra Bullock in “Hope Floats.” Yes, my friends….they turned Super Bowl Sunday into an all out chick flick festival.

So much different from last year when Agent Rhinestone was actually on the field clad in a cheerleading uniform…dancing with “The Rolling Stones!”

Warning: Parts of this Blog could have been embellished or exaggerated for no reason whatsoever.

xoxo