Friday, May 20, 2005
Brushes With Greatness
Las Vegas is quickly becoming the new Hollywood, with celebrities streaming in on weekends and pre-buying luxury condos on the strip. Famous-folk sightings are commonplace for the well-connected, but since I'm rarely on THE LIST, my brushes with greatness are few and far between.

I was having a Thai chicken pizza at CPK when my meal was interrupted by a bright orange orb in my line of vision. I hoped it was the sun crashing into the earth to bring me sweet relief, but it was Carrot Top. My first holiday season in Vegas and this was the city's gift to me, the celebrity sighting equivalent of getting a Chia Pet. It turns out the Top is really buff. I guess when you're the worst comedian ever you get a lot of shit for it, so why not get all muscled up and kick some heckler ass.

I was working at the retail Hindenberg also known as Organized Living when I was approached by Teller of the comic magician duo Penn and Teller. Teller's the little guy who never speaks, and he's become very attached to the persona. All of his requests were relayed to me by his swishy personal assistant, and to top it off the name on his credit card and I.D. read simply "Teller." When I moved I had to wait three hours at the infamous Henderson DMV just to have my address changed, and this guy gets away with having "Teller" on his driver's license. One of the perks of celebrity, I suppose.

Rob Lowe filmed an episode of his ill-fated TV series "Dr. Vegas" at the Green Valley Ranch Casino and guess which disinterested passerby saw him? "Oh, look, it's Rob Lowe. Let's get a Fatburger and some rings."
"Dr. Vegas" didn't last long. Really, would you want a guy who went by "Dr. Vegas" operating on you? I saw part of an episode and the dialogue went something like this:
"I'll be honest with you, Susan. You have cancer, but we did catch it in the early stages."
"What shall I do, Dr. Vegas?"
"I prescribe a limo ride to Mandalay Bay Resort. Begin the evening with dinner at the award-winning Aureole restaurant and then dance the night away at rumjungle."
"Oh, Dr. Vegas, you're too much."
The episode ended with Dr. Vegas placing lilies on her grave.

I waited in line for Jenna Jameson to sign a copy of her book. She was at the Virgin Megastore, of all places. She was quite nice and put up with a lot of porn-guy shit very good-naturedly. She even wrote in my book, completely unsolicited, "Todd, it was way too big for me. Love, Jenna."
Which proves that in addition to penning her autobiography she has a future as a writer of fiction.

I've only been to Rain nightclub twice and both times led to celebrity sightings. The first time Shaquille O'Neal stuck his head out of a private skybox and waved to the crowd. That was the night, I later read in a gossip column, he was denied entrance to the vastly overrated Light at the Bellagio because he didn't meet the dress code. I've been to Light before. I got in wearing my best Casual Male Big and Tall ensemble. Any club that would let me in over Shaq Diesel should be burned to the ground.

My biggest celeb encounter, and most horribly disappointing, came the last time I went to Rain. A group of us were celebrating a friend's birthday when someone said "I think that's Britney Spears." I turned around to see her entourage, led by her bodyguard, who is so large a small moon orbited three feet above his head.
I've never been a fan of complete and utter shit, but I always thought Britney was hot. Wrongamundo, as the Fonz might say. I caught a glimpse of her face just as she walked through a house light. Blessed Mother of Bad Skin did she look like the "before" picture in a zit cream ad. I almost dropped my overpriced, watered down drink. How could she go out in public like that? She's Britney Spears! I'm still mad at her. Thanks, Britney, you non-consealer wearing twat. Way to ruin my middle-aged perversion. I'm afraid to go back to Rain again. I don't want to find out Jessica Alba has a hunchback or Allysa Milano drags her left foot.


9 Comments:

Blogger Evil Petting Zoo said...

Please don't talk about Jessica Alba like that...this is the woman who can part the heavens and make angels sing with her lips alone...you decide on which pair. I love Jess (that's what I call affectionately).

I'm with you on Shaq...the Big Aristotle. He's on my list celebrities that I would suck up to in order to get some run off tail.

Blogger yournamehere said...

Jessica Alba is the best looking woman on the planet. It would crush me if I ever saw her in public and she was less than perfect. That's why I used her as an example.

Blogger Evil Petting Zoo said...

great minds.....great minds....

Blogger katarina said...

Every pic I've seen lately of Brit, she looks horrible. Marriage has NOT done her well. She never does her hair anymore and she rarely wears make-up. I used to think she was pretty hot until I watched Chaotic. Now I think she's disgusting. Her and her punk-ass hillbilly husband.

Blogger katarina said...

Oh, and I like CarrotTop. He's a little hard on the eyes, but funny as hell!

Blogger MoDigli said...

I had a roommate who once interned at the Rock and Roll hall of fame. For some reason, Britney Spears gave them one of her outfits from a tour cause I guess she would consider herself rock hall of fame material. (??)

She said that outfit STANK like ASS!

ha! What's up with that girl's nastiness?

Blogger n.v. said...

I got diarrhea from Thai chicken pizza a few months ago. A raging case of yellow anal water.

Todd, what's your email address?

Blogger yournamehere said...

My email address is as follows:
toddvegas@cox.net

Blogger bikipatra said...

Carrot Top looks bloated from steroid use...scariest vegetable around since Chris Reeve died.

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