If your a "comments" reader, you MIGHT -- just might -- think that Susie ruined all the fun stories, but oh no, it ain't so.
Yes, we road a gondola with an Italian (or pseudo-Italian, however you want to look at it) gondolier named Antonio who sang all three of us GIRLs romantic Italian songs and renditions of Elvis Presley Vegas Highlights. He wanted a huge tip and was just brassy enough to ask for it.
Yes, we got on a VIP list Saturday night using my mad skills, where we went to 4 Vegas hot spots from the hours of 11pm and 4am. (I am even going out on a limb here to admit that Susie and I went to the Playboy club, but Hef wasn't there to greet us so we were mostly safe. Surprisingly, it was insanely more calm than I would have imagined of the Playboy name and of Vegas. No nakedness everywhere. Or maybe they just put it away when the two Mo-Mos showed up.)
Yes, I was in a sordid cat fight (that I didn't know was going on in the first place) when I accidentally backed into this lady carrying a drink. I apologized (like the nice and loving person that I am) and asked if I could buy her a replacement, which she declined. About 5 seconds later, her boyfriend was in my face calling me something, but I chose to not hear it. I looked slightly confused, asked what he was talking about, and then prayed that if it came down to it, Jamie (one of our British friends) would be beefy enough to take him out. Oh it didn't come to actual blows, and the man even acted slightly offended and sheepish when I once again tried to give him money. Then, it was all over -- whew safe and sound and BACK ON THE DANCE FLOOR. Did I happen to mention the dancing.
I had forgotten how amazing it feels to dance -- everywhere we went, the music was phenomenal. It's the only thing to do.
Stay tuned for 'The FreeWheeling Ways of a BlackJack Shark".