Who’s the evil trickster responsible for bait and switching the Blue Bunny ice cream machine? That’s the refigerator full of frozen tasty treats inside the employee breakroom here at the 2014 World Series of Poker.Read More
A serious crime has been commited.
Someone has stolen the Blue Bunny machine out of the employee breakroom.
Each day at the 2014 World Series of Poker, employees could enjoy a fine selection of Blue Bunny ice cream products. We had vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry treats. A visit (or two, or three) to Blue Bunny freezer was the highlight of my work day, other than my nightly dinner at the restaurant.Read More
Anonymous Eccentric is such a wine tease.
Yesterday afternoon, she called me and announced a rather ostentatious master plan to crack open a classic bottle of vintage 1982 Chateau Margaux, one of the world’s premium Grand Cru’s. One bottle retails for something in the neighborhood of $5,000, According to my bad math that comes down to $150 a guzzle Only the V-VIPs were invited to join this festive occasion organized for no apparent purpose whatsoever other than celebrating self-indulgence and pompous grandiosity. Naturally, I made the haughty invite list, along with a few uber high-level casino executives, their names unmentionable until their deaths or someone offers me a six-figure book advance.Read More
They say some really mean things sometimes.
Take for instance when I’m out running.
When I run during the morning, that’s about the time of day when the kids are going to school. On weekdays, I mean. That means the children from a nearby elementary school are usually walking on the sidewalks. Most of the kids are between the ages of 6 and 10. While running, I often pass them by without paying much notice. But sometimes I can’t help but hear their smart-ass comments. Little shits.
You wouldn’t believe what those bastard kids say sometimes.Read More
I get to dine out with some really amazing people. Names that you would certainly recognize. Even the names you don’t know are often just as interesting, if not more so.
This is all taken for granted, of course. Every night is a potential feast, not only for the food and drink — but for the fresher garnishment of fond memories, provocative ideas, good fun, and plenty of laughs.
Still, I must say this. My favorite dinner companion remains the one person I never getting tried of being with, or listening to. She’s full of more memories, ideas, fun, and laughs than anyone I know, or could hope to know. Of course, I’m talking about Marieta.Read More