against Breast Cancer. Best one I've ever seen. And, by the way, this was the happiest group of protestors I ever witnessed, live, or on TV.
Three years later the Breast Cancer demonstration was different but equally eye-catching. Three hundred bikini-clad babes marched down The Strip. The mayor was there for that one.
And you thought operating a vehicle under these conditions was easy.
++++
One day I drove down The Strip with a trunk full of human heads. Okay, they were Styrofoam and my cab was full of gay German hairdressers going to an international hairstyling competition. So their heads and wigs were lying in my trunk looking creepy. The gay German boys were getting their game faces on but their falsetto voices were making it a farce. I could not tell if they wanted to win or fall in love. They were dissing the French gays, of course, but it sounded so funny I almost laughed out loud.
So, of course, my next ride was the French gay hairdressers. I had to tell them about the Germans so I could see the sparks fly. When they finally figured out what I was saying they tried to spy on them through me. But that didn't work well because I don't speak French gay, either.
++++
The rider told me he was from Dubai. Well, "you must be so proud of the partnership between Dubai and MGM"s City Center Project?” It was the largest private construction project in America at nine billion dollars, six condo towers and a mega resort.
He said he was very proud since he was Dubai's Project Manager. He went on to say he knew the Sheik and the Royal family very well because he had been their chef. He said one day they asked him what would make him the happiest. When he told them he wanted to be an architectural engineer, they assisted his dream and several years later he had a Cornell degree and now he was here.
I wonder, was he a really that good a cook or a really that bad a cook?
++++
A Michael Jackson look-alike walked quickly down the street ducking into some doorways and popping out of others. He was one of the Superstars in the show at The Stratosphere until just recently when he became a headliner. Now, with the untimely death of the real Michael, he doesn't need to stir up the girls' screams walking on the street any more. He gets all he can handle in his own show. Miss you, Michael.
CELEBRITY SIGHTINGS
I was excited the first time I rolled up on the Wynn Hotel property. It had been five years in the making, what with 9 /11 and Dot.Com crashes and recession. We had been told that this would be the ultimate luxury experience in Vegas, so I anticipated some big stars for the grand opening. I wasn't disappointed.
As my car rolled up the cobbled brick to the beautiful front entry area I saw nothing but the newest Royce and Bentley limousines. What I didn't imagine seeing was dogs, but there they were being led by security to sniff these same cars. Just as I started to wonder who they were securing I got my answer. Walking my way was the British billionaire owner of Virgin Airlines, Sir Richard Branson.
He had recently been in the news for announcing his purchase of the newest Boeing Airliner 767 and promising more direct flights to Vegas from the U.K. I sent a mental message to Richard. Sir, please look in the mirror. You are so pale, if you took a nap they would call an ambulance. He was the grayest human I have ever seen. Please Sir, get some pool time in Vegas or on your Island, or at least buy a tanning company. Think bronze, Sir Richard.
++++
Most sunny days have so many people walking down The Strip you find it hard to see any one person. And as you wait for the light to change it can be so crowded with pedestrians that an accidental slip of the brake could break legs. I usually put the car in park. As I cooled my heels one day I was entertained by a surprise celebrity sighting.
Walking across in front of me like the rest of the crowd was Donny
Three years later the Breast Cancer demonstration was different but equally eye-catching. Three hundred bikini-clad babes marched down The Strip. The mayor was there for that one.
And you thought operating a vehicle under these conditions was easy.
++++
One day I drove down The Strip with a trunk full of human heads. Okay, they were Styrofoam and my cab was full of gay German hairdressers going to an international hairstyling competition. So their heads and wigs were lying in my trunk looking creepy. The gay German boys were getting their game faces on but their falsetto voices were making it a farce. I could not tell if they wanted to win or fall in love. They were dissing the French gays, of course, but it sounded so funny I almost laughed out loud.
So, of course, my next ride was the French gay hairdressers. I had to tell them about the Germans so I could see the sparks fly. When they finally figured out what I was saying they tried to spy on them through me. But that didn't work well because I don't speak French gay, either.
++++
The rider told me he was from Dubai. Well, "you must be so proud of the partnership between Dubai and MGM"s City Center Project?” It was the largest private construction project in America at nine billion dollars, six condo towers and a mega resort.
He said he was very proud since he was Dubai's Project Manager. He went on to say he knew the Sheik and the Royal family very well because he had been their chef. He said one day they asked him what would make him the happiest. When he told them he wanted to be an architectural engineer, they assisted his dream and several years later he had a Cornell degree and now he was here.
I wonder, was he a really that good a cook or a really that bad a cook?
++++
A Michael Jackson look-alike walked quickly down the street ducking into some doorways and popping out of others. He was one of the Superstars in the show at The Stratosphere until just recently when he became a headliner. Now, with the untimely death of the real Michael, he doesn't need to stir up the girls' screams walking on the street any more. He gets all he can handle in his own show. Miss you, Michael.
CELEBRITY SIGHTINGS
I was excited the first time I rolled up on the Wynn Hotel property. It had been five years in the making, what with 9 /11 and Dot.Com crashes and recession. We had been told that this would be the ultimate luxury experience in Vegas, so I anticipated some big stars for the grand opening. I wasn't disappointed.
As my car rolled up the cobbled brick to the beautiful front entry area I saw nothing but the newest Royce and Bentley limousines. What I didn't imagine seeing was dogs, but there they were being led by security to sniff these same cars. Just as I started to wonder who they were securing I got my answer. Walking my way was the British billionaire owner of Virgin Airlines, Sir Richard Branson.
He had recently been in the news for announcing his purchase of the newest Boeing Airliner 767 and promising more direct flights to Vegas from the U.K. I sent a mental message to Richard. Sir, please look in the mirror. You are so pale, if you took a nap they would call an ambulance. He was the grayest human I have ever seen. Please Sir, get some pool time in Vegas or on your Island, or at least buy a tanning company. Think bronze, Sir Richard.
++++
Most sunny days have so many people walking down The Strip you find it hard to see any one person. And as you wait for the light to change it can be so crowded with pedestrians that an accidental slip of the brake could break legs. I usually put the car in park. As I cooled my heels one day I was entertained by a surprise celebrity sighting.
Walking across in front of me like the rest of the crowd was Donny
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