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Okay, I confess. My butler just brought me a glass of pink champagne. And now I’m going to Nobu – the celebrity-ridden Japanese restaurant that I keep reading about. Because, like, everyone famous goes there and then has a fight or kisses their new girlfriend or makes out with someone who-is-not-their-wife and then the tabloids write about it.
The Nobu I’m going to is in the Casino of Atlantis in the Bahamas so I’m heading there (to Nobu – I’m already in the Bahamas, obviously) to hang out with the ridiculously rich. Or, more likely, the people like me who think they are going to hang out with the ridiculously rich.
Just sitting around on my throne
Except, you know, Paradise Island in the Bahamas is chock full of mega mansions and high-end hotels – not to mention the ever hilarious water-themed resort of Atlantis – so you’re going to meet all kinds: plump, toned, bronzed, permed, pudgy and mega well-heeled.
A little place I like to call home
I’m not really staying in this penthouse. Though at only $25,000 a night I could afford it, of course. Right now I’m only touring it. But the Jonas Brothers and Justin Bieber stayed here. Um, doesn’t anyone old enough to drink stay here?
I’m staying at the One&Only Ocean Club, which is almost as good. After all, who’s going to complain when a butler brings them champers and strawberries? And the bicycles are free!
Oh, for god’s sake, yield to the helicopters
I was just riding around here on my bike – and luckily I didn’t get caught up in a helicopter traffic jam. Home tomorrow – will there be a butler waiting to greet me? No. Sniff. Helicopters? Not a single helicopter? Sniff sniff. How about pink champagne? What, not even that? What kind of reality is that?
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Rebecca Minton says
November 22, 2010 at 10:27 pmMy recollection of Paradise Island is sketchy. We were there 16 years ago and stayed at a boutique hotel full of the rich and famous. Neither my husband or I can remember the name of it or if we actually saw the rich and famous. All I remember is that we lost Fluffy on the Poop Deck…Fluffy being my daughter’s stuffed bear and the Poop Deck being a neat outdoor bar. There was much trauma connected with this loss. I also remember going somewhere with an under water glass tunnel where we saw long lines of lobsters going for their underwater walk. We sometimes wonder if Fluffy had a good life in the Bahamas.
Robin says
October 30, 2010 at 1:54 pmThe One and Only Club is infinitely better than The Atlantis, regardless of the penthouse price. I stayed at both and when I was unhappily entrenched down the beach, I found myself drawn back my one and only place of Bahamian desire, O&O. I’ll never dive into the dive that is the Atlantis again.
Michele says
October 22, 2010 at 9:24 amOne should always be required to post photos of one’s butler.
Nomadic Chick says
October 20, 2010 at 12:20 pmOoh la la… Living quite the Cleopatra life my dear. :)