Fanilows.

I had the pleasure of escorting these lovely ladies to Vegas last weekend with one goal in mind (their minds): Barry Manilow live at the Paris Hotel.

When it came time to pick out their ensembles, the choice was clear:  Steinmart knows how to do Manilow for sure! Where else in the world can you find purple velour bedazzled track suits for a fraction of the cost?

And this method of "tagging" the back of the tracksuits with glitter puffy paint an hour before the show was not our brightest hour... however desperate times call for desperate measures... and boy did they get noticed!

After telling the usher, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner"... the girls were escorted to the front row!

After the concert we found the best hole-in-the-wall lounge band that three runaway moms could ask for.  We took one for the team and closed the place down at 4 a.m.

Taking full advantage of the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the strip.

And last but defintely not least, we missed Christine so much we took her along so that we would not feel the void of her absence.  She had a great time, she just doesn't know it.
Til next year.