Tuesday, November 21, 2006

A Tale of Two Hookers, continued

Thanks for all the kind comments and emails on yesterday's post , I’ll finish my Vegas story today.

The Las Vegas police said that it's a common thing to have prostitutes attack women for money and cell phones, but that didn't make us feel any better. The Venetian gave us the bum rush insisting that if we didn't need medical attention than we had to leave their property. I begged them to escort me inside so I could ID those white crack whores who did this, but the guard said no, we had to leave. They were ever so kind enough to escort us off the property to the taxi stand.

My friend and I were crying a lot, part of it was the alcohol, part of it was being so surprised at the unprovoked attack, and part of it was feeling like these guards didn't believe us or care. And, we were in some pain. We sobbed to the cab driver, we sobbed to the hotel desk at the Rio, and we sobbed to lady at the gift shop. It was all fairly pathetic, but I remember just wanting someone to listen and tell us what we should do. Our friends in our room did just that and if they hadn't been there it would have been even more difficult. We filed a report with the police and the Venetian.

The next morning I was just really shocked. My friend who was attacked and I had breakfast together and tried to sort it out, tried to find a reason why we might have caused this to happen. We couldn't think of any. Shit happens, I guess.

And, after a morning breakdown on Friday, I decided to “suck it up” and find some moments of fun. I played a tournament and enjoyed it even though I was running on about 30 hours without sleep. My friend who had been attacked came by my table to say goodbye. I could tell just by looking at her that she felt as horrible as I did. “I’m a little upset,” she whispered. I just nodded, “Me, too.” She had to leave that morning to go back to LA, I have a feeling we both went through the same emotional ebb and flow despite being hours apart.

I didn’t get to wear any of my fun, slutty clothes because of all the bruises on my arms. I had my friend Virgile Kent's sunglasses with me (aviators) and they cover the two red and purple bruises under my eyes perfectly. In Las Vegas, it's pretty acceptable to wear sunglasses all the time. People stared a little at night, but it wasn't any big deal. It worked fine at the poker tables as well, even though I always think non pros with sunglasses on are a little lame.

I went to an amazing Prince concert, saw some cool card rooms and had a good dinner with friends. I met some new friends up at the Sahara and had a nice time playing in a tournament there. Many enjoyable moments.

The whole thing still seems unreal and there are waves of anger and sadness that I try to just fake through. I didn't want anyone to hug me or talk to me about it. The human ability to burry emotions is pretty amazing.

I love my grandma's comment to me after I told her about the incident: "And you didn't fight back, punch ‘er or somethin’?" I had no idea my grandma was such a gangsta. And, no, I just wanted it to be over and didn't want those guys who were watching to get involved, too. As I said, it could have been much, much worse.


Blogger Lonnie Bruner said...

Damn, so sorry about this, but like everyone else said, it's good that you're ok.

This may be inapproprite to ask, but I'm really curious where this took place. I mean, were you walking down some dark back alley or was it on the Strip near groups of people?

12:44 PM  
Anonymous cjt said...

V this why I stay away from dive bars and the skin scenes now.
Not to say that you frequent those domains but running into rough trade enough times with my share of brawls and hold up attempts has convinced me that I was finally running out of luck 3 years ago. 4 goons sucker punched me at my car and kicked the bejeesus out of me in a parking lot but were scared off a by passerby saying he was calling the cops.
That last time was enough for me.

The emotional turmoil you feel is normal and pride plays a large part too, take it from me. What's odd is that if you brawl enough, often enough all that emotional shock is gone. That last event had me only feeling, aside from the pulped and bloodied face, cracked teeth and crunched ribs, a regret that didn't get any licks in. "Wow those guys really beat the crap of me". :D

Seriously...it's very fortunate that you came out of this only bruised, AND if you had fought back it could have been terminal.

Try for now to think of this like bad relationship break up that hurts bad and will heal over in time.

I am so sorry to see this happen to you and do know the feeling well.

12:57 PM  
Blogger Asian Mistress said...

Oh GOD that's so scary!!!

I'm glad you are alrightm considering...

Much love!

1:16 PM  
Blogger Kris said...

Yes, it could have been worse, but it was still amazingly, mind-bogglingly awful, awful, awful. Thanks for writing about your experiences - I hope that will ultimately prove helpful.

2:08 PM  
Anonymous Irish Red said...

Ugh - I am sooo sorry, doll! I can't BELIEVE that!!

Next time i'm in Vegas - I'm takin down some clear-heeled hoe's for you!

2:11 PM  
Blogger honeykbee said...

Glad you are keeping in good spirits about this. That's key, you know? Hang in there..

2:26 PM  
Anonymous Leigh & Brian said...

Unless grandma comes - next time no clubs - just poker and prince.

Can't wait to see you again.

2:30 PM  
Blogger Bad at Life said...

Wow, that really, really sucks. I'm glad you're okay.

Although it is probably zero conciliation, just remember: they're Vegas hookers. Karmic payback will inevitably catch up with them at some point.

2:33 PM  
Blogger DC Cookie said...

Sorry we weren't able to meet up. What an absolute buzzkill. I have no idea what I would have done, but I suspect it would be just about the same thing you did.

3:42 PM  
Blogger Freckled K said...

I'm happy to hear that you were able to salvage a bit of the trip but, again, so so sorry. I imagine that was very traumatic.

4:20 PM  
Blogger Needtsza said...

I'm sorry this happened to you. I can't even imagine.

Thank you for sharing. We're all here for you.

Hopefully, the bad will get erased and you'll be able to focus on the fun you squeezed out.

Not to mention your next trip but I know it's a bit early for that.


9:02 PM  
Blogger Velvet said...

Good lord I'm just catching up on blogs. Christ V, I can't believe this. Or perhaps I can. A couple thoughts came to mind.

1) I have mace on my keychain for such incidents that may happen here in not-so-crime-free Dupont. But, provided you were actually ABLE to get that out there with you, there's no telling if you used it what the pimps would have done. So, you did the right thing because, yes, you are alive.

2) This shit is rampant in Vegas. RAMPANT. The crime that happens in that city is by far unbelievable, and your experience of no one caring or wanting to hear about it is standard. See, they have a playground out there in the Desert. And if they let everyone know that first the money came, then the criminals came, then, well, the money leaves. All they have is a desert and gambling, because let's face it, no one goes to Vegas for their top notch entertainment. The best thing you can do is tell everyone you know what happened. When a place becomes notorious for its crime, people stop going there. That would be why Giuliani had to clean up this place called "Times Square." When the tourists go, they take their money with them.

I'm glad you are okay. You may need to talk to someone. Being a victim of a violent crime will leave emotional scars you won't expect.

9:37 PM  
Blogger Elvis said...

I'm really sorry about what happened. Shit like this ... makes me want to go crack someone in the head. I'm also sorry because the experience won't really leave you (least for a while). I'm glad you're okay. You did the right thing, it could have been worse -- One of my best friends is a pinstriped/white-shoe-tip lawyer... who packs a loaded Glock. When you deal with these types, if you pull fists, they pull a knife, if you pull a knife, they pull a gun.

Thanks for letting us know about the Venetian. What a bunch of dicks.

12:22 AM  
Blogger KassyK said...

Hey Girl...please call me today after 6 if you can. I'm prob not leaving till tomorrow morning and I'd love to talk to you. XO

Ps Nanowrimo is SO out the door. I suck.

10:37 AM  
Anonymous etcetera said...

i know this is the millionth time you've heard this, but trust me, it's still sincere - i am so, SO sorry, V. Give yourself time.

9:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know that this is a trivial question, but how did you get back on a plane without an ID? When I saw your second headline about PartII, I assumed it was going to be about the super smart TSA agents you would have to deal with on the way back.

11:25 AM  
Blogger Aileen said...


I agree with Velvet. It may be helpful to talk to a pro. This was a traumatic event that has affected you deeply. You may need help moving past it. I speak from personal experience.

Take care.

9:48 PM  
Blogger kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

Coming to my BIG-ol,
John Belushi, party-hardy
in illustrious Seventh-Heaven?
Eternal pleasure-beyond-measure?

...yet, gotta quit materialism
N whorizontal vanity: God's Rules
aint crippling, SIN is crippling.

Yes, earthling, Im a NDE.
I know now s'up... literally.
God bless your indelible soul.

7:24 PM  

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