I fell in love recently. The world's incredibly beautiful. The colors all around are brighter. I appreciate what I take for granted at times. Such as, how much I love my family and friends, how fortunate I am to be living in this day and age. The awesome possibilities the future may hold, that I may achieve with commitment and Faith. I've realized how precious and short life is, whether one lives a hundred years or even a fraction of that number. This enables me to slow down and experience each day, hour, minute and most importantly, moment.
I recently went to see impressionist/singer Gordie Brown at the Golden Nugget, where he performs every night except Wednesday and Thursday. Here's a guy with great talent and who puts 110 percent into every show. The night I was there, which was a weeknight, the joint was packed and he got a well-deserved five-minute standing ovation at the end of his performance. I had a chance to catch up with him after the show to find out a little bit more about him. Brown hails from Montreal and began his working career as a political cartoonist for an Ottawa newspaper.
So he didn't call. Ouch! What a blow to the ego. Boom! Could it be he didn't like me? Could it be I wasn't attractive? Could it be my personality? Could it be I'm too fat? Could it be I'm "high maintenance?" Could it be I talked too much? Could it be because I beat him at poker, pool and air hockey? It just baffles me, why did he not call?
Don't know about you, but I love Latin music and I particularly like the music of Marc Anthony, who will be performing Sept. 5 at the Mohegan Sun Casino. I've only seen him once live, but I gotta tell ya, he puts on a great show. I also have to admit that several of his CDs, including his first salsa album, Otra Nota, get played a lot while I drive around town.
Whatever happens in Vegas-Stays in Vegas. But here is a different line-What happened in Vegas-started in Oklahoma then it came to Las Vegas. And then the bottom line is: What happened in Vegas- Started in Oklahoma, Came to Vegas and now is returning back home to Oklahoma.
This issue I fully intended on completing my review of Mississippi cardroom until I stumbled onto a journal entry I wrote in 1990. I'd like to share this very personal piece with you. "It was 1961-1962. Time for the 6th grade. Time for 12-year-old Donna to go from the two-room school house in the coal mining camp to the gigantic, six-story brick school in the adjoining town. She was scared . . . really scared.
Lots to talk about this week, so let's get to it. Went to see Danny Gans a few weeks ago at The Mirage Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas. Haven't seen him since he opened at the resort some five years ago. Place was packed, as it always is, and within five minutes he had the joint jumpin'. I love live entertainment of almost any kind, but I especially love it when an entertainer gives his all and has a great rapport with the audience.
I certainly concede that I do not know everything. In fact, that is a relief as I would be too busy in a twenty-four hour day to do anything else. However-I am sure you knew there would be a however-I am fairly certain some people must have been put here on earth to aggravate us people really in the know. I'm driving my vehicle down the street minding my own business when a radio jock decided to make an asinine statement via the radio. I had to pull the car over to collect my breath.
Was it a mere coincidence - or what? Was it a self-fullfilling or pre-ordained prophesy? Whatever. . . It was almost eerie! Could the fact that it was Friday the thirteenth have anything to do with it?
You'd think after living in the desert for 29 years that I would get used to our summers, but I guess it's no different than people living in places like Buffalo or Fargo, ND who never get used to the winters. It is HOT here, my friends, 110-plus every day, but, as we love to brag, "No humidity."