March 16, 2005

Literary Las Vegas

L and I were in Las Vegas recently, taking a much needed vacation and using the occasion to celebrate my birthday and our six month anniversary. I spent a lot of time playing Blackjack. I sat down at a table at the Luxor and was asked by the dealer to present an ID. I was wearing shorts, a T shirt and a Red Sox hat, but I was still shocked that those would total up to shave more than ten years off my appearance. Regardless, I obliged. The dealer looked at my driver's license and then at me. She repeated this at least three times before summoning a pit boss. He took my license and held it up so he could view both it and my face at the same time.

"Wow, do you look young," he said. "You're an old man!"

"Thanks," I said, although this might have come out more like "Thanks?"

The pit boss handed me back my license and commented, "You sure have some good genes."

"Actually, I have a portrait of myself slowly aging in my attic," I said.

If crickets could have survived inside the casino, I'm sure I would have heard them chirping at that very moment.

Posted by Doug at March 16, 2005 11:59 AM

It's like a mini Woody Allen movie.

Posted by: John at March 16, 2005 01:50 PM

That's funny! Perhaps croupiers aren't big Oscar Wilde fans.

Posted by: P at March 16, 2005 04:22 PM

HAHA! You made me laugh out loud at that one.

Posted by: mrs.jack at March 16, 2005 07:22 PM

See, this marriage was really meant to be because L's father always says that when people tell him he looks so good or so young!

Posted by: mob at March 17, 2005 09:16 AM

You do share initials with Dorian Gray. Coincidence?

Posted by: R at March 17, 2005 01:38 PM