For some, the VMAs are a one-night-only affair. For others it's VMA weekend (one staffer flew in on Friday with 50 Cent on his plane and left Monday morning with Travis of Best New Group winners Gym Class Heroes on his flight). Anyway, for us, it's VMA week.
Yes, we are STILL here on the ground in Vegas, in the wake of one of the biggest parties this town's ever seen (which is saying quite a lot if you've ever been here), making sure we've covered every inch of VMA ground for you. The line between "just visiting" and "here to stay" is blurring by the hour as we live out of our? hotel room (we should probably put up shelves and have our mail forward), stopping only to let in room service (P.F. Chang's – good, but at this point we're packed with enough salt to kill a horse – it was Sin City when we got here, and we're gonna leave this place Sodium City).
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Not pictured: empty gallon-sized pitcher of coffee.
Dippin' Dots: snack of champions... and mini Moonmen.
We're still working our tired asses off, partying in the suites at the Palms – Geroge Maloof threw us a little on-the-house way-after-the-show afterparty last night – check out the view below) and avoiding the temptation of the roulette wheel (goodbye to you, $50 we'll never see again), but now we're off to dine at the famed? Social House. Holla at you later.
The view from the Palms suites. Better in person. Even better if you're Justin Timberlake.