OH and Brown let me be his Bond Girl while he taught me Pai Gow poker.
I totally could get into dressing up and hanging on the arm of a handsome man while he gambles. I wonder if it pays well?
Brown, Leno was terrific. But he didn't even compare to the joy of spending time with you.
(Girls, next year married ladies like me are out of luck with him. Better sign up for your date with him now! )
Whoa, I'm actually blushing.
I was going to say that I had a wonderful evening with
you, Kitty! I enjoyed the conversation and the show. The only thing I
didn't enjoy was the nagging thought, "Darn! Why are all the really great women already taken?"
(For those who didn't see it, Leno's show was a one-man monolog--apart from some audience interaction, there was no one such as a band leader or announcer with which to banter--preceded by an opening act from musician Kenny Rankin. Rankin played guitar in what I would call a classical style--plucking the notes rather than strumming the strings--while singing in a relatively high-pitched voice. He was very good. Leno took the stage and had the audience laughing nearly non-stop. His material was at times a little more "adult" than what you see on TV, but he was never "blue." Throughout the performance, he repeatedly flung the end of his tie over his right shoulder, in a gesture that I had not seen him do on television.)
As for Pai Gow, Kitty and I actually did pretty well. Kitty helped set a couple of the hands. We came out one hand ahead: enough to get the starting stake back, pay commissions, tip the dealer and tip the valet.
Later, Joshua watched me play Pai Gow at the Stardust. He also witnessed the most nauseating run of dealer luck I'd ever seen. My stake vanished. Now, that might have been a "low-light" rather than a highlight, but for the events of the following two days, in which the kind folks at Caesar's and Paris happily reimbursed me for my losses at the Stardust.