Michael Jackson informed me that my $1 "tip" for having my photo taken with him was inadequate. He needed at least $2.
I'm not sure what he would've done if I didn't give him another dollar. Maybe throw his red lipstick at me!
Elvis was much cooler!
Ok, so I didn't get a photo with the young Elvis. Or the old Elvis. Or the old, fat Elvis.
I DID, however, get a picture with the dwarf Elvis. (Bet you didn't even know there was one)!
Of course, I bitched to my friends about the horror of the clear exploitation of this man, but they told me to shut up and smile. (photos to follow)
But, the highlight absolutely had to be Donny and Marie!
I was 10-years old again. And my bitch of a sister had a Donny poster on her wall, ergo, I couldn't. I had to settle for a poster of David Cassidy. It was so wrong!
On a different topic, I want to know how it is that I go to sin city and end up giving free legal advice on divorce to the stranger who danced with my friends?
Seriously? He didn't even buy me a beer!