The last of the major evening events for our Las Vegas week was a takeover of the entire VIP section of the Piranha Club.

The club surprised us by welcoming us with a huge poster. That was nice!

It was the full VIP experience, with three private rooms, lit in soft red light, bottle service and comfy couches. Those of us that wanted to dance went downstairs and gyrated to the pulses of “Club Music” which, I confess, sounds largely all the same to me. I danced a bit among the sweaty gay boys and some friends from the group, but for the most part enjoyed intimate conversation in the VIP room.

We stayed until the kicked us out at 4 am, and then a bunch of us went for breakfast.

It is somehow always the most unlikely moments that stand out and this breakfast tuned into the highlight of the trip for me. I got to know a few people who I hadn’t really had the chance to talk to where yelling wasn’t necessary. At 6 am, people tend to let their guard down some, and it was nice to see inside a bit. Then, two of the girls started wisecracking with the waitress and making jokes of pretty well everything. I sat there and laughed and laughed!

It was the best show in Vegas! And it was free.

At the end of it all, we found ourselves in the suite with a bunch of our cherished friends – people we had met just a few days earlier who had become so special to us in such a short time! We exchanged heartfelt hugs and promises to keep in touch – we were all sorry to leave one another! We had spent a week free of the burden of the hiding and conflicts that go along with being t-girls, with others who understood and shared our experiences. And these girls were friendly and interesting and enthusiastic and supportive and caring and fun! We miss you already!