Prince Harry’s Vegas visit will never die
Once upon a time, a majestic Prince from England strode into Las Vegas, fortressed by a phalanx of royal guards, and the prince had a grand time as he paraded among cheeky ladies pants-less in a hotel suite for photos viewed by the Web de World Wide.
When August approaches, we shall celebrate the third golden anniversary of Prince Harry’s delightful romp, although it bears resemblance to times had by many Vegas visitors of various classes.
But wait not, dear lords and ladies! For thee may celebrate forthwith, if that is the word, the prince’s elegant, cardboard-ish visage inside Las Vegas’ Erotic Heritage Museum.
Tis there, where the lady Carrie Royale, the self-identified dominatrix who claims participation in the prince’s party, handed over for display a black garment she claims as “the prince’s underwear.”
As of Tuesday, the Review-Journal has learned, this Prince Harry/Carrie Royale exhibit will be open to the public, so that the masses may witness not just the prince’s undergreetings, but also whips, handcuffs and paddles to add spirit to the thing.
“We are so proud,” museum owner Harry Mohney said in a statement, “to have on display the underwear which housed the Royal Family’s crown jewels.”
Yes. “Pride.” That is the word I imagine the prince is looking for.
Contact Doug Elfman at delfman@reviewjournal.com. He blogs at reviewjournal.com/elfman. Find him on Twitter: @VegasAnonymous.
