Thursday, my day began with my 6:30 am flight to Vegas being cancelled because of weather in NYC and Chicago. American Airlines put me on a noon flight going through Dallas, so I had a few extra hours of sleep. When I got to Dallas, my connecting flight was delayed, so basically I was supposed to arrive in Vegas at 11:30 am, and I got here at 7:30 pm.

I missed my dinner with Nina and Ernest, went straight to hotel room, showered, changed, and was off to the big Pure Play party at Body English at the Hard Rock Hotel. Of course when we arrived, it was a total mob scene and even though we had all access passes we couldn't even get near the door. Jamye called Carly, and we got in. We had to walk the red carpet area, so Jamye and I went together, where the paparazzi just stood there looking at us, like "Who the hell are those two?" Then one photographer screamed my name, so that made me feel a little better (found out later it was Paul Sarkis, who shot those fucking incredible photos of Seymore Butts and Mari Possa for Nerve.com). It was empty once we went downstairs, but, of course not for long. Pretty soon, it was impossible to walk from one spot to another, you had to scream to even make small talk, etc. I saw Vivid Girl Briana Banks (see photo above) who was mobbed by photographers. I finally got to meet author/sex educator Violet Blue, Nick from Gawker Media, as well as my old friend Bryn's girlfriend, the legendary Kyle Ireland. There were plenty o' porn stars surprisingly, and it was especially fun to see Digital Playground contract girl Jesse Jane getting' down on the dance floor.

After a brief hang out in the VIP lounge with Jamye, Nick, and Elliot, I decided I had to get back to the Venetian because I still had to write my first dispatch for the Voice (Oh, I am writing daily dispatches from here for the Voice website). While on line for a taxi, I saw Mr. Porn Star, a male performer who've I've got a little bit of a crush on. I was disappointed not to see him at the party. At first he didn't recognize me, but then the light bulb went off in his head, and he did. He planted a big kiss on my lips, then his posse called him, and he left. Doh! I will try to track him down today. When I got back to the Venetian, something was wrong with my hotel room key, and security said my name wasn't on the room. Then, Jamye and Carly's assistant arrived, but their keys didn't work either. We finally got in after Carly had to schlep from the Hard Rock back here to show the front desk her i.d. I started to write my dispatch, and I swear my brain wasn't working. Probably because it was 6:30 am East Coast time, and me---she who cannot pull an all nighter, she who needs nine hours of sleep---I had been up for nearly 24 hours. I was completely fried, so I hit send to my Editor, and crashed.

Read my daily reports for the Voice from the AVN Expo in Las Vegas:
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4