Hello, Justin! Hello, readers! Hello, Las Vegas!
Yes, I am writing my first blog entry from my suite at the Venetian in Las Vegas. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love coming to Vegas, but this time, it wasn't even my suggestion. I'm here with my partner Rod (we just celebrated our 15-year anniversary, thank you very much), his brother Russ, and his other brother Randy and his lovely wife, Jennifer. Randy and Jennifer wanted to visit Las Vegas, and that was a good enough excuse for us. Actually, free tickets to "Phantom" is enough to get me here, but visiting with family is a better one.
So do I hit the nightclubs in Vegas? Drink heavily? Act like an obnoxious tourist? No, I sit in front of penny video slot machines for hours on end. Star Wars machines. Star Trek. Monopoly. If there are enough pretty colors, I'm hooked. And I'm noticing a theme in the newer machines - Wizard of Oz, Village People's Jackpot Party, Fire Island, Xanadu. Yes, Vegas wants the gays and isn't afraid to offer a bonus game set to "YMCA" to get us. Works for me. Worked for me until after 2 a.m. this morning, which is why it's taken me so long to get this first post up.
I want to thank Justin for pointing out that I am, in fact, NOT Robin Williams. I am also not British singing sensation Robbie Williams (though I get phone calls for him quite often, especially since he moved to Los Angeles). I am not model Rob Williams from the TV show "Manhunt" - you all remember "Manhunt" don't you? Of course, you do. And I am not the Rob Williams who hosts a radio show and recently got into trouble for saying things he shouldn't have. I wouldn't even know who this radio host is if I didn't Google my own name obsessively. But that's another story.
I'm off to find a nice cup of tea to help me wake up. Hopefully that will help my postings make more sense later on. Probably not, but it couldn't hurt.
Thanks for reading! More later...