Archive for August, 2009
On this particular day,however,
there was no shortage of silly.
Or silly fuel.
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Great night, rough morning.
Hung by the pool till 7pm, which is a fantastic time of day to be sitting in the Vegas shade blogging on your phone. Until your blushing bride starts tapping her foot at her date for blogging at the pool.
Ill say it again,
Some people don't get blogging, or Twittering. Those of us who do get it that new places and experiences are meant to be shared with the world. And the nosy. Or both. Whatever.
Had a big plan to grab food at the Bellagio, enjoy the fountains, then head on back for our special nightlife surprise.
The thing is, you don't 'grab food' at the Bellagio. That place is a frickin SEA of people and lines, even during an economically slow Wednesday night.
Finally decided on a reasonable meal ($100) and headed outside to catch the fountain show, which I just love. A beautiful display of choreographed smoke, dancing water, and music.
Only the last time I saw it I was entranced by a show designed around Andrea Bocelli, and last night I got stuck with Celine Dion. Ugh. Still, beautiful…we enjoyed the show shoulder to shoulder with a few thousand pickpockets.
Finally, back to the Mandalay where we had been blessed with VIP passes to a fantastic club 43 floors up, overlooking the strip, called The Foundation Room.
A really fantastic place.
Even though the Wednesday crowd consisted of us and 10-12 people who made us question exactly how exclusive this club is, we still felt like royalty. Great music, ambiance, and big cushy couches for the wife and I to sink back and enjoy adult noise for a change. And the view…
Having fun here…off to bake my english/irish ass some more this morning.
Hope you are all well, and if you haven't been following me on Twitter, make sure you find the link above…Ive been tweeting pictures from time to time. Minus the two french guys who insisted on putting lotion on each other while blocking our sun.
I can't believe we bailed them out of two world wars so these guys could lube up in my eyeline.
I gotta be honest… There is very little I find appealing about sunbathing anymore.
I find it cripplingly boring, sweaty, just not my cup o' tea.
I'm not complaining, mind you…I have enough perspective to know that many can't afford a hotel like this, or the $3 bottles of water at the pool.
I simply have a hard time getting my ADD brain to slow down and truly enjoy it.
So here I sit. And stick my toes in the 300 degree sand. And drink my $20 margarita.
And I try not to think about getting manic at the poker table, pushing all in from the small blind.
Because my beautiful wife is next to me. And she loves it when I sit with her. And when she's happy, I'm happy.
Mostly.
So, I’m going somewhere.
And all this week I will be posting and Tweeting updates (and TwitPics)and clues as to where I am. Hope you’ll come along for the ride.
So here is your first hint…it rhymes with Has Begas.
Oh……shit.
PS – Been meaning to thank MamaBear Mills for the award she gave me. I don’t generally do the awards thing, and she must have been desperate to throw me on the list, but I wanted to thank her for thinking of me. Go see her. She’s hot. Actually, that’s a reason I would go see her, not you…go see her anyway.
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Time once again to take you into the unrelenting heat that is our private chamber, and share with you some of the dialogue that keeps our chambre d’amour so damn spicy.
Wife: What are you eating?
Moi: Nothing.
Wife: You smell like mints.
Moi: Do I?
Wife: Yes… you smell like mints a lot lately.
Moi: I’ve been eating a lot of mints lately.
Wife: You have?
Moi: Yes. While I drive.
(silence)
Wife: What kind?
Moi: Altoids.
(silence)
Wife: Why?
Moi: Because it’s either that or tacos.
(silence)
(silence)
That’s all for today. Harlequin Romance is here to pitch us a book idea and get some pictures, so I need to do my push-up. For more bedroom banter, Go Here.
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My friend Em (Life, Liberty and the Pursuit) is one of the most politically savvy people I have ever met. Each Friday she harnesses some intellect and attitude, and provides truly thought provoking opinions about key issues, many of which from the political arena. I am joining her for her F.F.F.T. (Friday’s Food For Thought) today, if she hates this post I promise not to intrude on her again.
I Miss The West Wing.
It is my favorite show of all time. In fact, I own every episode of every season, and have seen each at least 4 times. My brother called me shortly after having watched the first few episodes and recommended that I turn it on, and I did. And from that day, he and I would call each other and debrief on the episode that had aired the night before. That may make us the dorkiest brothers around, but my heart loves that the West Wing helped to amplify our relationship.
The West Wing was not for the meek. In many instances, the banter or humor was so fast and subtle that you really had to pay attention to catch all the nuances. I watched each episode repeatedly because the more I concentrated, the more I understood what the writer and director were aiming for.
There were humorous episodes, some quite serious, and ones with uncoincidental ties to current events. The show proved to be a showcase or launch pad for many wonderful actors like Bradley Whitford, Allison Janney, John Spencer, Rob Lowe, and of course, Martin Sheen. President Bartlett is now the bar that actors aim for when portraying the President.
And even moreso than the speed of dialogue, or its Sahara-dry wit, the one thing that I loved most about the West Wing was how it ultimately enraptured me with something as potentially dull as government. It spoke of our nation and values in terms of what is right, and just. And reminded us what the framers intended, rather than one party’s spin. That and the fact that it wasn’t a reality show.
Two days ago, I walked from my car to an office building with the intention of visiting with one of my doctors. As I passed the car that was lazily parked in the building’s circular drive, I noticed its rear fender.
Someone had taken the time to not only deface someone’s automobile, they had PREPARED their work. They had found a picture of President Obama. They had Photoshopped and altered it, taking their time to create the desired message and theme. They had printed copies, and had packed those copies in their car with a roll of scotch tape, ready to move when they found any available Obama election sticker without an accompanying security camera.
You may remember, I didnt vote for President Obama.
And although I didnt vote for him, I certainly don’t dislike the man.
That being said, I do not agree with his idea for nationalized healthcare. Nor does the doctor I visited with today who is so angry about the details of the proposal that she has made a poster that hangs in her patient waiting room.
But this particular rant is not about healthcare, it is about the person who defaced the picture of our President, and then used it to deface someone else’s car. And living in a democracy, instead of spending their time calling senators or lobbying their congressperson, this individual chooses civil disobediance and immaturity instead. You could be doing something constructive other than your childish pranks, and instead, all you are accomplishing is putting YOUR face on those of us who object to the policy instead of the man.
One of my favorite scenes from the West Wing involved the quirky Debbie Fiderer(played by Lily Tomlin), who had been hired as President Bartlett’s Executive Secretary. It was later discovered that she had sent a letter to the President years before suggesting that his drink be laced with poison in an effort bring attention to human rights crises. The President, although angry at what a nutjob she was, allowed her to keep her job as she had referred to him not as “Bartlett”, but as “President Bartlett”. She respected the office, even if she wasn’t thrilled with the man.
Our system of government may be horribly flawed, but it is arguably the best thing going. And the “Presidency” is bigger by far than any one man.
Democracy is the form of government chosen when people are ALLOWED to choose.
Millions of you voted this President into office, and I hope the resulting nation is what you had hoped at the end of his term.
But in the meantime, to ALL who would oppose him, respect the office even if you don’t respect the man or his values.
And to you, Scotch Tape Boy… GROW UP already.
“This country is an idea. An idea that has lit the world for two centuries…The last full measure of devotion.”
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