This one involves actor Tobey Maguire, probably best known for his role as “Spiderman.” He’s appeared in several noteworthy films over the years, including Pleasantville (1998), The Cider House Rules (1999), Wonder Boys (2000), Seabiscuit (2003), and most recently The Great Gatsby (2013).
I’ve had several direct encounters with Maguire in the past, all relating to my work in poker.
During the poker boom several Hollywood “A-Listers” began playing poker regularly. They not only joined private games held mostly in Los Angeles, but also attended major poker tournaments. Some of these actors are still a part of the game today, most notably — Jennifer Tilly and James Woods. [See Footnote 1]
Sorry to disappoint everyone, but today’s post isn’t about sex.
It’s about dogs, namely two cutesy canines I saw yesterday while driving on the streets of Las Vegas.
These weren’t your typical mutts. To the contrary, these dogs know how to travel in style.
The photograph below is a close up-shot of a doggie driver who looks like he’s about ready to start the engine and drive away. Gee, I wonder if he flashes his middle paw out the window and barks when other drivers cut him off in traffic? And, how come he’s not wearing a seat belt?
Check out the aisle display at a local supermarket here in Las Vegas. Diane Von Furstenberg, who I believe is famous for designing womens’ clothing or making perfume or whatever, now has her own line of water.
I had to head-shake back and forth and do a double take on this scene, as well. For a moment, I thought this shameful display was a prank.
Diane Von Furstenberg Water?
Hey, but at least there’s one good thing about this product. At least it wasn’t Trump.
Located west of The Strip on Sahara Blvd., The Golden Steer is Las Vegas’ quintessential old-world steakhouse. First opened in 1958, it was the regular hangout for members of the famed Rat Pack. Frank, Sammy, Dean, and their pals even had their own plush red-leather booth near the front entrance (which still remains the most requested table in the house).
As expected, the background music inside the dining room was exclusively from the mid-1950’s. The set list included popular tunes we’ve all heard countless times before on hundreds of occasions. Old-fashioned steakhouses, traditional Italian restaurants, and other upscale venues catering to older clientele (with money) usually pipe in a steady stream of these old standards as house background music, even though the legends who first performed the songs are long gone. A cynic might say these are songs by dead people for the dying.
Tony Korfman’s poker book has been sitting on the bottom shelf of my office library for almost five years, gathering dust.
Make that Korfman’s two books. For some reason, two copies were sent to me — unsolicited. He either really, really wanted me to write a book review. Or, his agent is a royal screw up.
Wait, Tony Korfman has an agent?
For those who don’t know Korfman, how shall I describe him? His bio page says he was “born in New York, raised by seagulls in San Francisco, and now lives in Las Vegas.” These days, he’s usually camped out in some dumpy poker room, wearing a leather logo-laden NASCAR bomber jacket that has to be hot as blazes during the summertime. I mean who wears a leather bomber jacket when its 115 degrees outside?
Tony Korfman! That’s who!
I have no idea what compelled me to crack open his book a few days ago following such a long hibernation. Like a forgotten classic Montrachet, it’s been there in the book cellar aging forever, aching to be opened for all the floral splendor to be enjoyed.