Continuation of 'The village idiot and the Asian whales..Part 1
Registering my friends car was easier than I anticipated. In and out of the DMV in less than 30 minutes. Anyways, my friend instructed me to call him when I was done, so I did. "Come pick us up at Caesar's. We're checking out and going to stay at the Palm's tonight." Asians are very superstitious when it comes to gambling. If their not feeling it at one place? They go some place else. Well, I picked them up at the main entrance and drove them over to the Palms. They didn't say much, so I decided to break the ice and ask them how they fared. My friend looks at me and says. "Not good. We lost 80k."
I pull into the valet station at the Palm, and my friend asks me if I want to join them for dinner. Since I'm unemployed, and didn't have to be anywhere else, I gladly accepted the offer. They check their bags, and then we head over to a restaurant called Fusion. When your hanging around a bunch of high rollers at a casino? Waiting in line doesn't happen. The hostess meets us with a smile, and says. "The usual?" My friend nods, and the next thing I know were being whisked to the front of the line. Were then seated and before I can open a menu, three waiters are bringing us a smorgasbord. Here's where the story gets interesting.
When your a whale in Las Vegas, a host or hostess is assigned to cater your every whim. I'm sitting at the table with my Asian friends enjoying the meal, and the next thing you know? Two attractive Korean girls sit down at our table. One of them was the hostess, and the other one? Well, I can only guess what she was? Anyways, the hostess asks my Asian friends how much they were planning on playing, and without hesitation, my friend reaches into his backpack and throws five stacks of 100 bills on the table. Now, I'm a poor white guy from Kansas. I haven't seen money in so long, to tell you the truth? I've forgotten what it looks like. Curiosity got the best of me, so I asked. "Jesus, how much money is that?" My friend looks at me and says "100k and another 100k is in my backpack. I tell you what, why don't you hang with us tonight? Our luck hasn't been that good today, and we think that you might change it. Asians have a certain name for guys like you." He then told me a name in Mandarin that I couldn't pronounce correctly in a 1000 years. Basically, it translate as 'the white idiot, the white clueless'..He told me, if they had someone around them who didn't know what the hell was going on, possibly it could bring them luck.
The belief sounded a little strange to me, but lately? Life has been awfully slow for me, so when he made the offer to join them for the night? Well, I accepted without hesitation. As we were finishing the meal, my friend told me this. "If you want to hang out with us for the night. Don't say anything, just stand there. Your being used as a good luck experimentation." I nodded in agreement..I'm going to end this post with a thought I'm having. Call it the 'village idiot' thought of the day. "It's weird, know one has ever told me that they think I could bring them good luck. Usually, people run the other way when they see me. Maybe I should rub their shoulders while they play baccarat? You know? As a sign of thanks. On second thought? Maybe not. Besides, when was the last time you hung out with some bonified Las Vegas whales? The answer to that is easy..Never."
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