Life

So I had dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s at the MGM. The fried seafood was okay – not the greatest. The prime choice hamburger was delicious though but after eating the fried seafood, I was feeling stuffed. Not to mention the two $9 German White Ale I drank.

After dinner I walked over to the New York, New York for the show. It took about 10 minutes and I was completely in a daze all the way through. I got to the theater and I asked them when it started… 15 minutes to show… just enough time for a beer.

 So I sat down at a bar and had a glass of water and a Stella Artois. Meh… not a particular fan of the Stella (Stella by Starlight is pretty – I’ve never met a real life Stella). If I’m going to drink a beer by itself without a meal, I like them very crisp – like Hefeweizen with a twist of lemon.

So I forced down the Stella and headed back to the theater… now I’m really gone and a little quesy. Luckily it was just gas. I sat down in the theater just gazing at the huge red stage… cool theatrical lighting.

Then a couple sat down next to me. I couldn’t tell if their accent was British or Scottish. That’s the coolest thing about Las Vegas, you hear so many different accents bantered about it… it’s really neat. Living in California and seeing television you think everybody has the same accent. The American English spoken on TV isn’t far off from the California accent but we tend to say “cool” a lot more, at least I do.

But I really hate saying to people, “I love your accent” because I think that comes off as arrogant (unless you’re talking to them – but as an icebreaker – it makes me feel really uncomfortable).

 There’s a little pre-show and then the show started. I really liked it. For those of you who don’t know, Zumanity is basically Cirque du Solei topless. The theme is love and sex and they do those dare devil acrobatics in practically nothing – practically topless.

 As the Cabaret Emcee would say, “all the laides are beautiful, the audience is beautiful, even the orchestra is beautiful” And speaking of the Cabaret Emcee – the Emcee for Zumanity was the modern day equivalent pushed to the extreme - sexually ambiguous in dress and very very gay. For me, it really worked. I loved that character. For the audience – not so much.

 And this is where living in Cali tends to warp your thinking. I don’t have problems with gay humor or some depictions of gay behavior (not gay porn – please not that). Two guys kissing… I don’t particularly care to see it but it doesn’t bother me. It did bother quite a number of guys in the audience.

There was this one scene where two incredibly muscular men are in an iron cage doing a fight choreography. It gets racy here and there but it always goes back to the fight scene. At the end the iron cage ligts up and one of the men grabs the other and plants a kiss on his lips. The other guy is stunned. Sits there for a second, the grabs his towel and rushes off the stage.

 But just the choreography between the two guys was enough to make some men start walking out. You don’t see that much in Cali.

Great show – the women (and men) were incredible and amazingly hot. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS. Even the girl that did comic releif was just hot (it was more her personality than her looks - you don’t often see a comedienne drop her top like that lol)

What a great message about celebrating the world love and sex between people that really care for each other. We are all part of this world together; we all love and that is beautiful. A terrific message to take with me back to my single occupancy hotel room, by myself, all by myself. Yeppers. Sitting in bed by myself thinking about that right now… Yep…

By the way, I did stop by Nine Fine Irishmen after the show – for a drink (WTF was I thinking) and to not be alone. They had a pretty cool band there – just got to starting to dance with very beautiful woman, but she left before the band could finish their set so no dice.

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Up until the age of about 18 or so, I was a bit of what you would call a bleeding heart liberal. I was fiercely environmental – fiercely anti-corporations – the typical teenager.

Well that changed one day in college. I was in college and living by myself. I went to Papa John’s and ordered a medium pizza for myself. Once I got in the car, I openned up the box and to take a slice on the drive back to my apartment. Before I could pick up a slice I heard a knock on my window.

“That looks good.” A sloppily dressed man said to me. I don’t really remember what he looked like, or even if it was a he..

 ”Yeah” I replied.

 ”Hey look, can you help me out. I’m from out of town and my car just broke down and I need to get to **** [I don't remember exatly where he/she said]. Could you spare a couple bucks for me for a bus ride.”

“Okay” I obliged and gave him something like 3 dollars. Good deed for the day!

Two weeks I see the same person at the gas station, going up to people asking for money.

And that started my trek towards cynacism. People lie – especially when money’s involved. And money is almost always involved.

So you could say that from that day on, I began to question why people said what they said. I began to question the “altruistic actions” of people – not that people can’t just plain do good in this world – but that the bigger stink they make about it, the more reason there is to question it.

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