What's this thread about and can I get back the 4 minutes I spent reading it?

As most people know the real estate crash in places like Las Vegas (and Florida) has been much larger and deeper than in NJ - hence the title, "They got out while the getting was good"... so these anecdotal letters about moving to Jersey in this context are interesting.

That picture of Rosine made it all worth it.

beyond opening up Rosine and gang to critique, what is the point of this post? just because it came on your JC google news alert doesn't make it relevant.

sorry but c'mon, GP.

Rosine Frangie and the “man of her dreams.”

Leaving Las Vegas: They got out while the getting was good...They went to New Jersey.

Las Vegas Weekly Magazine
Sep 24, 2009

They say that if you love someone, you have to set them free, and if they don’t come back to you, you never really had them to begin with. But if they come back, you should love them forever. The nightlife scene has had to let a number of Las Vegans spread their wings and fly (or drive or run) away over the last few years. Since then, they’ve traveled far and wide to discover their paths. Recently, we asked them to send back word of their journeys. What are they up to these days? What’s different in their lives now that they’re left the scene? Are they happy out there? Most importantly, do they miss us, even a little?

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Dear Las Vegas,

I’ve missed you so much!

I left Las Vegas in August, 2008, because well, I fell in love. I met the man/beefcake of my dreams, gave away half of my wardrobe, sold a whole townhouse full of furniture (for pesos on the dollar), bought a can of Aqua Net and moved to New Jersey. So essentially, I did it all for the nookie. … I’m now living in Jersey City, New Jersey, working as a budding Pilates instructor and (keeping my fingers crossed) a future New Jersey housewife. … I’m very happy yet anxiety-ridden about my new life, especially since I now have to occasionally take public transportation, wear a pair of flat shoes and resist the urge to wear “nail jewelry”. … These days, I’m spending my free time laughing, loving, rooting for the Yankees/Giants and chasing my puppies around. And waking up at 7:30 a.m. to move my truck so as to not get ticketed for street-cleaning. … I’ve discovered that it’s all about tipping the right people, no matter where you are. … Since I left, I have been keeping abreast of your news. I heard about that thing that happened, with that one club (name rhymes with “Shree-Vay”). … I definitely won’t miss the mass texts for free admission or the sea of bad shark suits on junior hosts. … But … I have to admit, I’ll always miss the way you never left my cocktail glass empty and the smell of dried Veuve on last night’s party dress. And how I considered the people I worked for/with my extended family. … But don’t worry; a part of me is still “Vegas”: I am still calling in table reservations, wearing false lashes/heels at the pool and looking for the video poker machines at the bodegas.

Love,

Rosine Frangie, former director of marketing, Blush Boutique Nightclub

P.S. - Vegas was a blast. I loved it at times and hated it at times. I met the most wonderful people and learned some of life’s biggest lessons in Vegas. For all the times I was sleep-deprived, hung over, irate and cursed my way through a packed nightclub, I always knew I was a part of something that was beyond special, and that will never be duplicated. Viva Las Vegas!

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Dear Las Vegas,

It’s not you, it’s me.

I left Las Vegas in June, 2009, because this relationship just wasn’t working out. I needed something ... more. And you, my love, just don’t have more to give. … I’m now living in picturesque Morris Plains, New Jersey, and continuing my freelance production work in New York City. I’m also working on producing a musical stage adaptation of an ’80s animated television series, and as we all know, if you want to do anything in the world of theater, you should really be close to Broadway. … I finally have a chance to have an intelligent conversation with pretty much anyone. … I’ve discovered diners! … I don’t care anymore about the silly bottle-service requirements, the fauxhawks or the sad over-embracing of even minor celebrities as demigods in the vapid and hilarious world of Vegas nightlife. … I definitely won’t miss the allergies, the smell of cigarette smoke everywhere or the aggro, energy-drink-fueled, pickup truck-driving, MMA-crazy, Limp Bizkit-listening male populace. … But … I have to admit, I’ll always miss the perplexed way you looked at me when I would use advanced vocabulary, and of course I’ll miss the sweet smell of the Double Down. … In Vegas, “culture” means The Erotic Heritage Museum. In NYC, “culture” means The Museum of Sex. Wait—I guess we’re not so different after all!

Later baby,

Eryn Korby, production chick extraordinaire, Roxy Industries

P.S. - Anyone interested in renting a fabulous condo?

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Dear Las Vegas:

It’s not you, it’s me.

I left Las Vegas in November, 2008, because it was time to stop chasing skirts and start chasing dreams. … I’m now living in Hollywood working as a full-time stereotype: I’m an actor (“but, what I really want to do is direct”) and can still be found behind the velvet rope as doorman to the stars for the best venues in town. … I’m very excited about my new life, especially since I now booked my first starring role in a feature film and am writing a screenplay about love, lust and life in Fabulous Las Vegas. … These days, I’m spending my free time waiting for my big break ... eating right and working out, trying to keep it cute. … I’ve discovered yoga, vegetarianism and the horrors of dating actress/models from Eastern Europe! … And did you know they eat their young here?! … I don’t care any more about the fliers, the text messages or all of the e-mail blasts about the party tonight. I won’t be able to make it, Host Team, but thanks for reaching out. … I definitely won’t miss the deodorant-deprived fanny-packed tourists, the Wild Turkey-inspired hangovers or the 11 a.m. walks of shame with what’s-her-name from East Nowhere. … But … I have to admit, I’ll always miss the way you stayed up all night with me and the smell of the urinal-cake-scented air fresheners in the Mandalay Bay. … In Vegas, “culture” means losing your money and inhibitions while celebrating this wonderful life. Here, “culture” means selling your soul while celebrating celebrities. … But don’t worry; a part of me is still “Vegas”: I still make up elaborate lies about who I am, where I’m from and what I do for a living so I can go on amazing adventures with complete strangers and try to have drunken premarital sex with them.

Keep it real,

Bo Burroughs, actor/doorman, The Roosevelt Hotel
(former doorman/VIP host, Tao Beach)

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Dear Las Vegas,

It’s not you, it’s me.

I’m now living in New Brunswick, New Jersey, “on the banks of the old Raritan”. … I left Las Vegas in April, 2009, because I started my own business, The AntSul Group, LLC. We are opening five Buffalo Wild Wings restaurants in New Jersey. First one opens November 9 by the Rutgers University campus. … These days, I’m spending my free time wishing I had some. Opening five restaurants is pretty time-consuming. … Since I left, I have not been keeping abreast of your news. I don’t care any more about the rats, the scumbags or all of the thieves (you know who you two guys are). … I definitely won’t miss the creepy 45-year-old nightclub guys, the beat-up strippers who ask me if I want a dance (and then get pissed because I say no) or the valet guys who move my seat (especially when I ask them not to). … But … I have to admit, I’ll always miss the way you made me smile and the smell of the Rhino’s chicken fingers.

See you later,

Blake D. Anthony, founding partner, AntSul Group, LLC. (former senior VIP host, Pure Management Group)

P.S. - “Never rat, and always keep your mouth shut.” –Robert De Niro, Goodfellas

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