"After we sign this restaurant up, we're going to sign this one and that one!" My new job working for onlinerestaurants.com is going quite swell. Here's what my job entails; I'll go into as many restaurants as I can and approach them about increasing their bottom line by utilizing the service. If we generate orders for them through our site, we're entitled to a percentage of the net sale. Before I get too excited, they're are a couple of drawbacks. The main one is finding the decision maker! Once you find that person, you then have to convince him or her why your service is superior to others. Well, after much thought and discussion I decided to move the service into the Chinatown section of Las Vegas and, uh, how do I say this? Let's put it this way. I believe I've found the Garden of Eden.
"I don't care if I live to be a thousand, I will never see anything more beautiful then what I witnessed the other day with my friend Kam in Chinatown." At the time, I was describing to my father the sheer ease of which my friend Kam was able to sign up two restaurants in Chinatown without even breaking a sweat. "He just walked into the place and told them how the service worked. They said alright and where do I sign. Ten minutes later I was walking out of the place with a contract in my hand ready to go. One last thing, you know how people say that Asians are hard to deal with or cheap; Not the case at all when Kam signs them up. I didn't have to move my rate one bit!" I may sound redundant, but let's go over the job and the service one more time.
My job is to sign up as many restaurants for our service as possible. The closer they're together the better! The Chinatown section of Las Vegas literally has 300-400 restaurants that you could throw a rock at from each other! Add in the fact that the services I'm offering are untethered by competion in the area and you see why I'm getting excited about this opportunity. "Hey Rob, if we can sign a few of them up and show them that our service will make them money, all of them will sign up!" My friend Kam has got to be the best salesman I've ever met. He's 54, speaks fluent Mandarin, Cantonese, and English. I've told him a hundred times that he could make a million dollars if he would follow my instructions. You know what? He's finally starting to listen.
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "Obviously, I'm big on China! Why not? They're the guys with all the money! They're the guys who are making moves in Las Vegas! I've stated a number of times in my blog about how I thought their was room for a small town white guy in Chinatown. Maybe people who read this blog are catching on to what I'm talking about?"
Monday, February 4, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
The village idiot of Las Vegas watches a living legend at work...Part 3.
"Bartender, I want to buy my new friend a sushi roll and drink. Whatever she wants, just line it up for her and put it on my tab. Jethro, switch me places so I can chat with this nice young lady without yelling over you," every where we go is the same. Jayball sees a gal he likes and I get to play the role of spectator - he then asks her name.
"My name is Darla, and I've been living in Las Vegas for six years now. I'm originally from Charlotte, but moved out here to work as a model for MGM. Nowadays, I am bartending at one of the major resorts on the strip," her look and voice were reminiscent of Daisy Duke...it was eerie. "Darla did you ever go to the horse track in Charlotte when you lived there?" He then adds, "When I lived back east, every once in a while I would find myself there." She then tells him her brother worked at the horse track and she used to hang out there all the time. After hearing this, he says, "I'm going to San Diego next week. And I'm going to spend some time at Del Mar. Do you want to tag along with me?" Whenever he talks Delmar...the kill is in site. Now was no different.
An hour or so goes by and she says - "I have to be going now. Here is my number. Call me and we'll make arrangements for the trip." Jayball is forever the gentlemen, so he offers to walk her to her car, she accepts. "Hold down the fort Jethro. I'll be back in a bit," he says with a smirk on his face. I then proceed to watch him and the Daisy Duke look-a-like leave the bar. Thirty minutes later he walks back in with a smile on his face. I didn't have to ask what happened. I already knew, but I ask anyway - "Do any of the women you hit on ever say no? This is probably the tenth time I've watched you pick a gal up while I sit here like a bump on a log. You must share your secret with me!" He smiles and says - "Jethro, in all my years of being Mr. Las Vegas I have learned one thing about how this town works! If you see something you like, don't hesitate to take it! If you follow that credo Las Vegas will be a lot better place for you."
"My name is Darla, and I've been living in Las Vegas for six years now. I'm originally from Charlotte, but moved out here to work as a model for MGM. Nowadays, I am bartending at one of the major resorts on the strip," her look and voice were reminiscent of Daisy Duke...it was eerie. "Darla did you ever go to the horse track in Charlotte when you lived there?" He then adds, "When I lived back east, every once in a while I would find myself there." She then tells him her brother worked at the horse track and she used to hang out there all the time. After hearing this, he says, "I'm going to San Diego next week. And I'm going to spend some time at Del Mar. Do you want to tag along with me?" Whenever he talks Delmar...the kill is in site. Now was no different.
An hour or so goes by and she says - "I have to be going now. Here is my number. Call me and we'll make arrangements for the trip." Jayball is forever the gentlemen, so he offers to walk her to her car, she accepts. "Hold down the fort Jethro. I'll be back in a bit," he says with a smirk on his face. I then proceed to watch him and the Daisy Duke look-a-like leave the bar. Thirty minutes later he walks back in with a smile on his face. I didn't have to ask what happened. I already knew, but I ask anyway - "Do any of the women you hit on ever say no? This is probably the tenth time I've watched you pick a gal up while I sit here like a bump on a log. You must share your secret with me!" He smiles and says - "Jethro, in all my years of being Mr. Las Vegas I have learned one thing about how this town works! If you see something you like, don't hesitate to take it! If you follow that credo Las Vegas will be a lot better place for you."
Sunday, January 27, 2013
The village idiot of Las Vegas watches a living legend in action...Part 2.
"Hey Joy, have you ever watched Happy Day's?" Joy is the name of my favorite bartender in town. She works at a restaurant around the corner from where I live. The reason I ask if she ever watched Happy Days? Well, I had the one and only Jayball sitting next to me. And the only guy that comes to mind when I'm hanging with a Vegas legend like him? Arthur Fonzarelli, better known as the Fonz! "Joy," I say with four shots of tequila in me, "You see this guy sitting next to me? If Las Vegas had a Fonz! It would be him!" She looks and says, "What makes you say that?"
"I will tell you why Joy," I then go on to add, "This guy sitting next to me is the legendary Jayball of Las Vegas. He's a living legend in this town. He has lived a life most guys will only fantasize about - fast cars, fine dining, horse racing, women...You name it! If it has anything to do with the good life in Las Vegas, he has lived it!" Joy is one of the prettiest little things I have ever seen. I have asked her out a number of times. Unfortunately, it is always the same answer. This time things would be different. I had the legendary Jayball in my corner. Women never say no to him. I was banking that his aura would rub off on me in my pursuit of Joy. As usual - I was wrong.
"Come to think about it, I've heard about Jayball. I thought you were a myth, but damn it's true. This is such an honor to be talking to a living Vegas legend. Do you think I could get a picture for the wall?" So much for Joy not knowing Jayball. And so much for my chances on asking her out again. Whenever the two of us chase women, he ends up with all the cake while I get nothing - not even crumbs! The plan, this time, was for him to watch my back and help me move in on Joy. It was headed down the toilet fast! "OK, let's take the picture, but I have to be captured on my left side. That's my good side. Give the camera to Rob." To hell with me, Jayball moves in again for the kill. I am used to it by now. To this day, I have never seen a women who could resist his charms. Anyways, I grab the camera and take a couple pictures of them together. After I was through I notice her slip him a folded napkin.
"Don't tell me she gave you her number. I have asked her out at least ten times and she won't even respond anymore. How do you do it?" Jayball was supposed to be helping me out in my pursuit, but, as usual, things went awry, "Come On Man! Whenever we go out you always hog all the girls. You need to share the action with your buddy from Kansas!" He answers my rant in a way that only a real Fonz type could, "I tell you what you need to do. Get a decent haircut! Spit the Skoal out of your mouth! Buy some decent clothes! And last but not least, get you one of these!" He then proceeds to pull a wad of bills out of his pocket that was at least five inches thick. He then yells, "Let's get out of this place before Joy and I decide to elope!"
"I will tell you why Joy," I then go on to add, "This guy sitting next to me is the legendary Jayball of Las Vegas. He's a living legend in this town. He has lived a life most guys will only fantasize about - fast cars, fine dining, horse racing, women...You name it! If it has anything to do with the good life in Las Vegas, he has lived it!" Joy is one of the prettiest little things I have ever seen. I have asked her out a number of times. Unfortunately, it is always the same answer. This time things would be different. I had the legendary Jayball in my corner. Women never say no to him. I was banking that his aura would rub off on me in my pursuit of Joy. As usual - I was wrong.
"Come to think about it, I've heard about Jayball. I thought you were a myth, but damn it's true. This is such an honor to be talking to a living Vegas legend. Do you think I could get a picture for the wall?" So much for Joy not knowing Jayball. And so much for my chances on asking her out again. Whenever the two of us chase women, he ends up with all the cake while I get nothing - not even crumbs! The plan, this time, was for him to watch my back and help me move in on Joy. It was headed down the toilet fast! "OK, let's take the picture, but I have to be captured on my left side. That's my good side. Give the camera to Rob." To hell with me, Jayball moves in again for the kill. I am used to it by now. To this day, I have never seen a women who could resist his charms. Anyways, I grab the camera and take a couple pictures of them together. After I was through I notice her slip him a folded napkin.
"Don't tell me she gave you her number. I have asked her out at least ten times and she won't even respond anymore. How do you do it?" Jayball was supposed to be helping me out in my pursuit, but, as usual, things went awry, "Come On Man! Whenever we go out you always hog all the girls. You need to share the action with your buddy from Kansas!" He answers my rant in a way that only a real Fonz type could, "I tell you what you need to do. Get a decent haircut! Spit the Skoal out of your mouth! Buy some decent clothes! And last but not least, get you one of these!" He then proceeds to pull a wad of bills out of his pocket that was at least five inches thick. He then yells, "Let's get out of this place before Joy and I decide to elope!"
Saturday, January 26, 2013
The village idiot of Las Vegas talks about Chinatown...
The new job I have is really starting to get interesting. Before I go into much detail, let me give everyone a better understanding of exactly what the job entails; I'm working for a brand new website in Las Vegas called onlinerestaurants.com...I love the name! Anyways, my job is to go into places and sign them up for our service.
The service works like this; If we can sell their food through our website? We're entitled to a percentage of net sales. We'll also provide delivery services in a number of cases. The potential market for a service like this in Las Vegas? Tremendous, and the great thing about a deal like this versus Groupon? Restaurants can sell the product or service past the margins and still make money. Now, I'm going to press things a bit farther and implement what is commonly referred to as 'hyper local'. The Chinatown section of Las Vegas is a prime example of how an area can be hyper localized!
Chinatown is roughly a 3 mile stretch in SW Las Vegas. In that three mile stretch of gold, countless restaurants that don't have our service, our any others like it. The research says an effective strategy could bring a scenario like this; 50 restaurants! All within walking distance of each other! Advertising on our site! One last thing, competition for a service like ours in Chinatown? Nil! Let me break it down a bit more. If our site could sign up 50 restaurants right next to each other, and we've got a foot hold in delivery and online ordering for them? Oh boy, you're starting to talk about some serious potential for gain!
Everyone has asked me this same question. How are you going to crack an area that most traditional marketer's don't have much luck with? The answer is quite simple! Hire people who can speak fluent English and Mandarin! I have that guy! My friend David is one of the smartest guys I've ever met. He's 52 and knows a few things about how the Chinese work. He should! He was raised in the Chinatown section of San Francisco. He's been living in Las Vegas the last 20 years. I call him the 'mayor'. You want to know why? That's how many people he knows in Chinatown. Now, the two of us have come up with an arrangement for the time being. He's going to spread the word about what I'm doing in Chinatown...See what happens.
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "I've been talking about China for a long time. Most people don't have a clue about what I'm talking about, so I'll say it like this...The business venture I'm referring to is more a pathway to the Asian market then anything else. My research says if you can give the Asians something they like, or they like you? Possibly you could sell them more down the road. Now, I never know if people are reading the same numbers I am? Honestly, I love the idea of an effective Asian consumer growth strategy...I love it a lot!"
The service works like this; If we can sell their food through our website? We're entitled to a percentage of net sales. We'll also provide delivery services in a number of cases. The potential market for a service like this in Las Vegas? Tremendous, and the great thing about a deal like this versus Groupon? Restaurants can sell the product or service past the margins and still make money. Now, I'm going to press things a bit farther and implement what is commonly referred to as 'hyper local'. The Chinatown section of Las Vegas is a prime example of how an area can be hyper localized!
Chinatown is roughly a 3 mile stretch in SW Las Vegas. In that three mile stretch of gold, countless restaurants that don't have our service, our any others like it. The research says an effective strategy could bring a scenario like this; 50 restaurants! All within walking distance of each other! Advertising on our site! One last thing, competition for a service like ours in Chinatown? Nil! Let me break it down a bit more. If our site could sign up 50 restaurants right next to each other, and we've got a foot hold in delivery and online ordering for them? Oh boy, you're starting to talk about some serious potential for gain!
Everyone has asked me this same question. How are you going to crack an area that most traditional marketer's don't have much luck with? The answer is quite simple! Hire people who can speak fluent English and Mandarin! I have that guy! My friend David is one of the smartest guys I've ever met. He's 52 and knows a few things about how the Chinese work. He should! He was raised in the Chinatown section of San Francisco. He's been living in Las Vegas the last 20 years. I call him the 'mayor'. You want to know why? That's how many people he knows in Chinatown. Now, the two of us have come up with an arrangement for the time being. He's going to spread the word about what I'm doing in Chinatown...See what happens.
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "I've been talking about China for a long time. Most people don't have a clue about what I'm talking about, so I'll say it like this...The business venture I'm referring to is more a pathway to the Asian market then anything else. My research says if you can give the Asians something they like, or they like you? Possibly you could sell them more down the road. Now, I never know if people are reading the same numbers I am? Honestly, I love the idea of an effective Asian consumer growth strategy...I love it a lot!"
Monday, January 21, 2013
The village idiot of Las Vegas gets hit up by another panhandler...
"Excuse me sir - my boyfriend and I are trying to get to work and we don't have any money for the bus. This is embarrassing, but do you have six dollars you can give us for the bus?" I had just walked out of Subway and was on my way to my car when I was accosted by, imagine that, another panhandler in Las Vegas. At first look I would guess she was in her mid-twenties and her boyfriend the same.
"If I give you six dollars you guys are going to use it to get to work, Right?" If they were truly going to use the money to get to work, I was willing to hand it over. "Yes sir, my boyfriend and I got stuck on this side of town last night and we're just trying to find our way back," she confirms. Her boyfriend was standing in the background with a shamed look on his face when he says this, "This is embarrassing, but we spent all of our money last night partying and we just need enough for bus fare to get to work." I am not one to judge, so I told them this. "Look, as long as you're going to use the money to get to work, I'll give it to you," both nodded their heads and promised that was their intention, so I handed over the six dollars.
They told me thanks and then I watched them walk away. I waited a few minutes and then I decided to follow them. I was curious to see if they were telling me the truth. I get in my car and I drive through the parking lot when I see them accosting another guy for money, "Are they really going to use the six dollars I gave them for bus fare?" were my thoughts as I drove by. I then rolled down my window and said this, "Hey, I thought you guys were headed to work. The bus stop is right over there. Are you guys really going to use that money to get to work? Or were you hustling me? Because if you are hustling me, give the money back!" The girl looks at me and says, "I promise sir, we're using the money you gave us for work. My boyfriend is just trying to get us some money so we can get something to eat before we go." I wasn't interested in hearing another hard luck story, so I left things at that.
"If I give you six dollars you guys are going to use it to get to work, Right?" If they were truly going to use the money to get to work, I was willing to hand it over. "Yes sir, my boyfriend and I got stuck on this side of town last night and we're just trying to find our way back," she confirms. Her boyfriend was standing in the background with a shamed look on his face when he says this, "This is embarrassing, but we spent all of our money last night partying and we just need enough for bus fare to get to work." I am not one to judge, so I told them this. "Look, as long as you're going to use the money to get to work, I'll give it to you," both nodded their heads and promised that was their intention, so I handed over the six dollars.
They told me thanks and then I watched them walk away. I waited a few minutes and then I decided to follow them. I was curious to see if they were telling me the truth. I get in my car and I drive through the parking lot when I see them accosting another guy for money, "Are they really going to use the six dollars I gave them for bus fare?" were my thoughts as I drove by. I then rolled down my window and said this, "Hey, I thought you guys were headed to work. The bus stop is right over there. Are you guys really going to use that money to get to work? Or were you hustling me? Because if you are hustling me, give the money back!" The girl looks at me and says, "I promise sir, we're using the money you gave us for work. My boyfriend is just trying to get us some money so we can get something to eat before we go." I wasn't interested in hearing another hard luck story, so I left things at that.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
The village idiot of Las Vegas and the Kosher Kings...
I'm super equipped for the new job I have. The details are as follows: I'm working for a start-up company in Las Vegas called onlinerestaurants.com. My job is to go into as many restaurants as I can and sign them up for our service. Now, the other day I went into a place that was a lot different from the norm. It was a 100% Kosher restaurant. I'd met the proprietors a little while back when I was doing some video work, but this time around? I got to know them a lot better.
"Rob, we liked you the first time we met you." My friend Theo was born in Israel and his parents migrated to Boston when he was young. He owns Sababa's on Desert Inn & Durango. Ten years ago, he decided to move from the cold of Boston and set up shop in Las Vegas. Back East, he owned a Kosher restaurant, so it was only natural that Sababa's was born. "Have a falafel my friend. We are going to do lots of business together." The service I'm selling is a no brainer for restaurants nowadays! If done correctly? A brand new layer of sales revenue is added to the bottom line. "Theo my friend. I want you to know that I'm grateful for your business, and I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship." I was plenty excited about signing him, and I was even more excited to witness his enthusiasm.
As I'm getting ready to leave, Sheldon--He's the other partner in the restaurant--Tells me this. "I like you! I can tell that you're a business man." From how the food is prepared to when the door is locked, Sheldon's duty is to make sure that Sababa's runs 100% Kosher! "Sheldon, before I leave, I've got to ask you something." It's obvious Sheldon's a wise man. I could tell that the first time I met him. I wanted his opinion on an idea that I've been floating around, so I told him this;
"A while back I was in here and Theo and I made a few videos, just promo stuff. Now, it never went anywhere, but I did come out of it with a certain observation. Theo and Sababa's are unique! That's what lots of people want to see. Now hear me out for just a minute longer. I'm a big time reality guy and I believe I've got the perfect concept for a reality show in Las Vegas. The show would revolve around all the diverse and unique settings Las Vegas has to offer. I'd serve as narrator and host. I believe the uniqueness of your place would play well in a reality format. Basically, I'm stating that sometime in the near future I want to create a reality setting, and Sababa's would make an excellent ensemble for it." Sheldon, being the gentlemen he is, answered my rant eloquently but firmly. "One thing at a time my friend, let's see you bring in some business and then we can talk from there."
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "If I had a mistress? She would be Las Vegas. I love this town like no other! Now, I always write about how women and weather are my two favorite things in Vegas. Well, I need to add another category; Diversity."
"Rob, we liked you the first time we met you." My friend Theo was born in Israel and his parents migrated to Boston when he was young. He owns Sababa's on Desert Inn & Durango. Ten years ago, he decided to move from the cold of Boston and set up shop in Las Vegas. Back East, he owned a Kosher restaurant, so it was only natural that Sababa's was born. "Have a falafel my friend. We are going to do lots of business together." The service I'm selling is a no brainer for restaurants nowadays! If done correctly? A brand new layer of sales revenue is added to the bottom line. "Theo my friend. I want you to know that I'm grateful for your business, and I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship." I was plenty excited about signing him, and I was even more excited to witness his enthusiasm.
As I'm getting ready to leave, Sheldon--He's the other partner in the restaurant--Tells me this. "I like you! I can tell that you're a business man." From how the food is prepared to when the door is locked, Sheldon's duty is to make sure that Sababa's runs 100% Kosher! "Sheldon, before I leave, I've got to ask you something." It's obvious Sheldon's a wise man. I could tell that the first time I met him. I wanted his opinion on an idea that I've been floating around, so I told him this;
"A while back I was in here and Theo and I made a few videos, just promo stuff. Now, it never went anywhere, but I did come out of it with a certain observation. Theo and Sababa's are unique! That's what lots of people want to see. Now hear me out for just a minute longer. I'm a big time reality guy and I believe I've got the perfect concept for a reality show in Las Vegas. The show would revolve around all the diverse and unique settings Las Vegas has to offer. I'd serve as narrator and host. I believe the uniqueness of your place would play well in a reality format. Basically, I'm stating that sometime in the near future I want to create a reality setting, and Sababa's would make an excellent ensemble for it." Sheldon, being the gentlemen he is, answered my rant eloquently but firmly. "One thing at a time my friend, let's see you bring in some business and then we can talk from there."
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "If I had a mistress? She would be Las Vegas. I love this town like no other! Now, I always write about how women and weather are my two favorite things in Vegas. Well, I need to add another category; Diversity."
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The village idiot of Las Vegas and his friend Jayball.
My friend Jayball has lived a life that most men could only dream of. Fast cars, women, fine dining, horse racing...anything that has to do with the good life in Las Vegas, he's lived it. The other night he calls me and asks what I was doing. "Not much, just watching a re-run of 'Walker Texas Ranger," I tell him, "What are you doing?" I then ask. "Jethro," he says, "I have not been out in a little while. Why don't you meet me at the Lodge in an hour or so. I'm treating." If he's treating it would be impolite for me to say no. So I throw on a nice shirt, brush my teeth and out the door I go.
"Hey Jethro, what the hell is going on?" When I arrived at the club he was already nestled up to the bar sipping Jack. "You see those two girls over there?" He then points very discreetly at a few beauties on the other side of the bar, "They've been giving me the eyeball since I first walked in. I haven't had a new girl in a while, so I'm going to make the move on them." Whenever Jayball sees Vegas cuties sitting all by their lonesome. Watch out! It's like a shark smelling blood in the water. "Go over to their table and tell them I want to buy them a drink," he instructs me, "See what they say." This isn't the first time he has honed in on some trim and used me as his errand boy. But since he's paying for the drinks. It was impossible to say no.
I mosey on over to their table and tell them this, "My friend over at the bar wants to buy you ladies a drink." I then point to Jayball. He's leaning against the bar with a wide smile on his face. The two cuties smile back and then wave at him to come join us. He makes his way over to the table and one of the girls says this, "We'd love to have a drink with you. You're Jayball, right?" Turns out he had dated this girls sister a few years back, "Guilty as charged, what's your name darling?" Jayball has more lines than Carter has liver pills, and I think I have heard them all. "I'm Greta and this is my friend Eve, pull up a chair and join us," she tells him. I immediately grab two chairs from the neighboring table and pull them over. "Honey, you can wait at the bar. My friend and I want to talk with your friend in private," Greta tells me. At first I was a little taken aback by her statement...but hey, it's Las Vegas. So I make my way back to the bar and perch myself while Jayball works out the details.
An hour or so passes and I notice Jayball and the two gals preparing to leave. I yell this at him, "What's going on buddy? Where are we headed to now?" He then looks over at me and says, "I know where I'm headed. I don't know where you are going. On second thought, you better make your way home. It's probably too late for you as it is. I'll call you in a week or so." He then proceeds to walk out of the club with a women on each arm. Leaving me standing there gawking.
"Hey Jethro, what the hell is going on?" When I arrived at the club he was already nestled up to the bar sipping Jack. "You see those two girls over there?" He then points very discreetly at a few beauties on the other side of the bar, "They've been giving me the eyeball since I first walked in. I haven't had a new girl in a while, so I'm going to make the move on them." Whenever Jayball sees Vegas cuties sitting all by their lonesome. Watch out! It's like a shark smelling blood in the water. "Go over to their table and tell them I want to buy them a drink," he instructs me, "See what they say." This isn't the first time he has honed in on some trim and used me as his errand boy. But since he's paying for the drinks. It was impossible to say no.
I mosey on over to their table and tell them this, "My friend over at the bar wants to buy you ladies a drink." I then point to Jayball. He's leaning against the bar with a wide smile on his face. The two cuties smile back and then wave at him to come join us. He makes his way over to the table and one of the girls says this, "We'd love to have a drink with you. You're Jayball, right?" Turns out he had dated this girls sister a few years back, "Guilty as charged, what's your name darling?" Jayball has more lines than Carter has liver pills, and I think I have heard them all. "I'm Greta and this is my friend Eve, pull up a chair and join us," she tells him. I immediately grab two chairs from the neighboring table and pull them over. "Honey, you can wait at the bar. My friend and I want to talk with your friend in private," Greta tells me. At first I was a little taken aback by her statement...but hey, it's Las Vegas. So I make my way back to the bar and perch myself while Jayball works out the details.
An hour or so passes and I notice Jayball and the two gals preparing to leave. I yell this at him, "What's going on buddy? Where are we headed to now?" He then looks over at me and says, "I know where I'm headed. I don't know where you are going. On second thought, you better make your way home. It's probably too late for you as it is. I'll call you in a week or so." He then proceeds to walk out of the club with a women on each arm. Leaving me standing there gawking.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)