Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Vegas - Where Old Stars Go to Die, or Live, Depending on the Situation

You gotta love Vegas! I don't, but clearly, someone does.



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!
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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)!
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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!
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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!
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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?
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Seriously? He didn't even buy me a beer!



4 comments:

SSP said...

vegas? hope you had some fun...I remember when we were in Baker, you had pictures of baryshnikov and the jacksons up in our room :-) I need to scan those :-)

GIANTS FAN said...

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Jason
http://www.hilariousheadlines.com/talk

Anita said...

You are too funny!

I have been to Vegas several times for conventions, and I am not a fan, either. I don't gamble, which is probably why I don't get the allure of it all.

But the people watching is endlessly entertaining, and more than just a little disturbing, also.

As for the guy that took your free legal advice and couldn't even but you a drink---perhaps his lack of class has something to do with why he needs divorce advice?

Your blog is such fun; please write more!

Charmaine said...

I had a poster of Donnie in my bedroom in a white uni-tard Elvis-esq thingee.

Are you calling me "a bitch"?

I was in Venice Beach the other day and had my photo taken with a midget iron man...he wanted five (5) bucks.

Jesus.