Yes, my darlings, Auntie is back! Of course, we were only in Las Vegas for two days so that doesn’t explain how long it’s been since my last post, but still.
I have a cute story for you and that’s all that matters.
We were in an adorable Italian restaurant in the Venetian. No, that doesn’t narrow it down much but never mind. The point is that it was semi-posh and very, very full of businessmen.
(Auntie isn’t being sexist here. There was an IBM convention in town, and the male/female ration was along the lines of a kazillion to one. Don’t ask about the other demographics.)
Anyhow, we’re sitting at a nice big table, listening to our feet ache after walking the length & breadth of the Strip for four hours, when two Brooks Brothers™ suited guys took the teeny table next to us.
Suit #1 started going on and on about how chlorinated the tap water is in Vegas, especially compared to Austin.
Suit #2 offered a level of comfort that I usually reserve for tragedies requiring hospitalization.
Emboldened, Suit #1 went on to describe – in detail -- how he’d been experimenting in his hotel room, pouring water from glass to glass trying to aerate it. It sounded like quite a production.
I leaned over to Robert and said, “Most guys come to Vegas and watch strippers.”
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