My 7th grade Math teacher was the best and the worst. The entire year of school- she rode me to the bone, always checking-in on my work and hounding me when test scores were low. The ensuing conversations with her were never friendly in demeanor but always demonstrative of her desire for me to succeed. Each encounter was colder and less inviting than the last yet I was eventually grateful for what she did for me: I loved her- and I hated her.
|Always been a Harry gal myself.|
Such is the feeling I have for the (presumably) female attendee who snapped and unleashed to the world the pictures of Prince Harry doing what you do in Vegas: getting naked with people you just met (obvviouusssly). Now I personally have never had that Vegasy experience (honest!)- but I'm certainly emphatically fine with those who do. After all- you're young, you're unattached and far be it from me to not encourage such activity: Live your life! Create memories! Sleep with a world-famous Prince!
The 'LOVE' part of my feelings towards her stem from the voyeuristic fact that the pictures made my effing day. Here was the Royal second-born (such as myself minus the 'royal' part) who- due to his likeliness of never becoming King himself- has the luxury of being a bit more immature than his older Brother. I LOVED the moment I saw the images. I laughed with joy and wanted to high-five him for reminding me that as high-powered as he is- he's just a young, immature guy like the rest of us. Thank you Party Girl photographer for giving me the glimpse into his world!
|My girls and Me in Vegas last June. At least OUR stories stayed among the 3 of us.|
But the 'HATE' part is obvious. Let me get this 'bloody' straight: Prince effing Harry and his entourage invite you and your likely low-budget, clamoring for free drinks, non-contributing zero friends up to his VIP Suite for a night of partying, drinks and experiences. The end result being an unheard of, carry-it-with-you-forever story which will inevitably amount in a lifetime of enthralled audiences when you play "2 Lies and 1 Truth" and your truth just so happens to be that you partied with Prince Harry. In Vegas. Butt-Naked. But you set all of that aside and instead of caring about this man who lives in a judgey, intense fishbowl ... you unleash his crown jewels to the world so creepy people like me can try and tell if the carpet matches the drapes.
|Convo with my Girlfriend about the 'events' of the day-I'm blue, she's silver. Pretty much couldn't get enough!|
Party girl photographer: Shame on you! You are the lowest of the low! (and I can't ever thank you enough!)