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Where Are My Pants?

One of my earlier posts from myspace.. thought I would share it with you ..

Where Are My Pants?
(timmy da travelworm)

When I woke up Sunday afternoon, this was the first question that flew through my mind. It had been one of those nights that only Vegas can offer. My head was throbbing, partially from the drinks from the night before but more from lack of sleep & water (it is the desert ya know… ) . I fumbled around the nearby nightstand, found the water bottle I’d dropped there before I crashed, and took a long drink, sitting up and blinking bleary eyes at the room around me. I spotted my custom tailored clubbing shirt flung haphazardly across a chair (well you know I am a worm off the rack just won’t do it ), and my hat clung precariously to the edge of a lamp shade, but no where to be seen was a pair of pants…. I groaned, taking another long drink of water and rubbing my eyes. Much against its will, I prodded my brain awake, and tried to remember what exactly happened.

Make no mistake about it, Saturday nights in Vegas rule. I’m not so sure about the whole “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” business (let’s hope it does though.. gotta keep my spokesworm image ), but if there’s a place that a worm could go that literally anything could happen, it’s got to be here. I had plans to meet my crew over at Studio 54 later that night, but had a few hours to kill beforehand. So I decided to wiggle my way on over to the dueling piano bar (Times Square) at the NY-NY and chat with a few of the fine girls there (it’s Vegas – you know they are everywhere) . Making my way past the Apple Bar and Nine Fine Irishmen, I gave a quick nod to the guy working the door (it’s always good to at least be on friendly terms with the bouncers just in case things get wormy later on ), and upon entering the bar immediately spotted a seat near a group of girls. Taking the seat, I turned up my infamous charm *wink (ok so modesty is probably not my best quality, but the girls do like da worm LOL), dazzled them with a little wit, and before long I had the whole group laughing and chatting away with me; as a good friend of mine says, “never underestimate the charms of the Da-Worm!” The time came to leave, and naturally I invited the ladies to come along. The readily agreed, and off we went, taking the bridge across the Boulevard to the MGM Grand.

The line waiting to get in to Studio 54 was already backed up, people dressed to the nines and anxious to hit the dance floor. Very few places spin my favorite disco beats these days, but the hip-hop scene at 54 would suit just fine. I spotted my crew hanging off to the side waiting for me to show, and when they saw the company I’d brought with me from NY-NY, it wasn’t long until they’d joined us and were making our way past the crowd. I caught more than one puzzled glance from those waiting in line, and those glances turned to outright amazement when we reached the front of the line and were ushered right in; the guys working the door are good friends of mine, and they had worked me onto the VIP list. Needless to say, this completely impressed the girls!**

The rest of the night flowed like a non-stop party machine. If there’s one thing that I know better than how to travel or start a conversation with a beautiful girl (ok so I really need to work on the modesty thing *wink), it’s how to work a dance floor! On the disco circuit no one could touch my moves; in the hip-hop scene, I’m a dancing worm god. (OK so maybe not a God, but you know we dancing worms are far and few between! ) Unlike your average guy, I don’t have to worry about where to put my feet… because well I don’t have any. I also don’t have to worry about what to do with my arms, because I don’t have those either. What I do have is a very flexible body and an impeccable sense of rhythm, and when this worm gets his groove on all eyes are on me! Core The Apple moves into Curl Around The Hook and finishes with Slide The Leaf; if I weren’t so happy doing my travel thing, I could definitely open a dance studio in LA and teach some of these Hollywood people how it’s done!

We closed Studio 54 and slid on over to the Empire dance club and kept on dancing until well past dawn on Sunday. The music was still hopping when we finally had to call it quits; the crew was exhausted, and in looking around I realized that only a few of the girls that had come with me from the piano bar were still with us; apparently we’d picked up a few newcomers from 54 when we left. Someone said something about going up to the Bellagio to check out the fountains, but the general consensus of the group was that if we were going to do anything, it was going over to the nearby Denny’s for something to eat. This seemed like a better idea, so we piled into Denny’s and joined the throng of hung-over bachelor partiers and crazy clubbers looking for something to eat. There’s just something about mozzarella sticks and pancakes at nine in the morning that lets a worm know that he’s had one heck of a night out.

I barely remembered getting back to my room, much less undressing or falling asleep. And that led me back to where I found myself, staring vacantly across the room, wondering where my pants had gone. Oddly enough, I had the feeling this wasn’t the first time I’d fielded that particular question over the weekend. Now that I thought about it, one of the girls had asked me that very question at Studio 54. What had my answer been? I had said… I had said…

“Silly girl. I’m a worm. Worms don’t wear pants!”