My exotic life
(G-Vegas, SC)–Back home and barely rested after several days in Las Vegas. You went to Las Vegas? How exciting? Did you see Wayne Newton? Did Elton sing “Tiny Dancer?” Was Paris a slut? I...
(G-Vegas, SC)–Back home and barely rested after several days in Las Vegas. You went to Las Vegas? How exciting? Did you see Wayne Newton? Did Elton sing “Tiny Dancer?” Was Paris a slut? I...
(Las Vegas, NV)–It’s 9:15pm. I start work at 10pm. I could be finished at 11pm or 11am. It all depends on whether a scary Russian and maniacal Dane decide to gamble for $4 million...
(G-Vegas Airport)–The gate agents always look at you with a smile when they see you’re going to Las Vegas. I don’t bother telling them it’s for work. It only leads to the old, “Well,...
So, if we listen to the talking heads, we apparently have two choices (and you smart people feel free to correct me if I’m wrong here)… 1) We don’t bail out the gamblers and...
My kid woke up this morning and knew who I am, so that’s better than yesterday. Since we’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s time for a Friday Mental Massage on priorities. Friday–Okay,...
What did I do in Las Vegas for entertainment? See a show? Go to a club? Helicopter flight over the Grand Canyon? Nope, I took fifteen minutes at the end of most nights to...
If I’ve seemed a little frustrated over the past couple of years, I apologize. I get that way sometimes. While I’m an emotional guy, I’m also rational to a fault and base a majority...
At 5am, I was sitting in a place called the Blue Gin Bar drinking a 1664 beer and wishing I’d never even heard of a place called Monte Carlo. It was a place that...