The village idiot of Las Vegas gets a response from Jayball.

Jayball is the most well heeled gentlemen in SW Las Vegas, he knows the area like no other - So when I ask if he feels my new employer (D' coffee shop) located on Durango just south of Flamingo has the, oh, how should I say it? The jenesequa to set it apart - he tells me, "I have been living in this neck of the woods for twenty years and I have never been to a place so magnetic in my life."

Jayball has many cherishes in life. And two of them are exquisite cuisine and eloquent surroundings. Both can be found in an ample setting at the D' coffee shop in Sw Las Vegas.

The village idiot of Las Vegas meets a real life Betty Boop.

"Go out there and get people to come in - think of yourself as an ambassador for the brand." The instructions given to me by my new employer (D' coffee shop) were simple enough - Go out and spread the word!

"They just opened up the most magnetic place I have ever been in and if you go in there I guarantee the experience will be memorable ." The neighborhood in SW Las Vegas I call home is an interesting place, filled with interesting people. At the time I was standing, in what I would discover later, is a modeling agency. The girl I was giving my pitch to bore a striking resemblance to a real life Betty Boop.

"Well I'm from Chicago and I use to go into some of the greatest Persian restaurants there were. Since I have been in Las Vegas I haven't been in any. I love Persian food." After her statement I add, "Why don't you give us a try. I mean I can't even begin to tell you how exquisite the place is." She smiles a radiant smile, and says - "You know what? I will give it a shot, you are very convincing."

After she refers to me as convincing I almost, but don't, ask her out - "I have business to attend to," I tell myself as I give her a smile and a wink. I then say to her in parting - "When you go there tell them the village idiot sent you."

The village idiot of Las Vegas and the girl next door.

Las Vegas is a town where things happen that are unfathomable anywhere else. Example: How many people can actually claim they have a professional escort/dancer/party girl living next door to them?

I moved into a new condo a few weeks ago and the first night there I notice a rather shapely figure out my front window. She was walking her dog (a pit bull) up the corridor that leads to my door. I then watch her make a right into the condo located next to mine. I shake my head in disbelief and think - "I can already see trouble in the horizon."

A day or so passes and I notice her from the window walking her dog again. This time I decide to act. I quickly throw on a pair of shoes and grab a bag of trash to throw out. I walk outside as she is walking back to her place - "Oh, hello, how are you today?" I say. The simple fact of the matter is the breed and quality of a number of women in Las Vegas is astonishing. She was no exception. "I just moved in next door so that makes us neighbors. My name is Rob."

After my introduction she gives me that - "Who is this clown look?" It was a bit awkward to be honest with you, but then she smiles and says, "My name is Cecilia and this is Ruby." I reach down and pet her dog and it licks my hand.

I will save a detailed description of her for another time. But I will tell you this with all sincerity, "When I was growing up in small town Kansas I never had a girl like this living next door - this could become very interesting."

The village idiot of Las Vegas creates an opportunity for himself.

I've been hunting for a job that has, what I deem at least, an upside to it. That has been the one requirement - an upside!

"Now this establishment is like no other in Las Vegas. It truly is on another dimension," the proprietor of the D' coffee shop on Durango just south of Flamingo is a sharp fella. His elevator pitch was all I needed to hear. I am convinced my talents will mesh well with his vision

"It's the experience we wish to deliver. Our coffee and cuisine is second to none. So here is the deal my friend. If you get people to walk through our door and relish the experience I am describing - I will make it well worth your while."

The proprietor of the D' coffee shop is a convincing person - "Not only do we serve the most eloqent types of coffee in the world, but our menu consists of the most superb Mediteraian food you will find."

Everyone do me a favor. Think for a moment about how many coffee shops/restaurants you have been in. Did they leave you with a lasting impression? Me neither. Now that sentiment will change if one visits the D' coffee shop in SW Las Vegas. I promise!

"I'm sold," I tell the proprietor as I shake his hand, I then add, "I have been at this (blogging) for quite some time and I have been looking for a place to showcase my skills. I found the real deal with you. Let's get started!"

The village idiot of Las Vegas enters the Twilight Zone.

See, I have been looking, for quite some time, for an atmosphere where the village idiot can make a contribution. A place where my perspective might be deemed useful. You know what? I sincerely believe I found it today.

"Go in there and see what is going on. Who knows? They might have something for your meniacal personality." I was riding shotgun with Jayball down Durango when we passed, what was being advertised from the street, as a Persian restaurant/coffee house located just south of Flamingo on Durango. Without notice he makes a u-turn and pulls into the parking lot - "Go in there and find out what the deal is. Maybe there's something there for you."

I walk in and the first thing I notice is, for the lack of a better word, how exotic the surroundings are. I ask the hostess if there are any job openings. She instructs me to wait a moment while she retrieves her boss. A few minutes pass and a distinguished looking gentlemen walks around the corner and introduces himself. He then asks - "What is it that you do?" Now I will be honest, I don't know the first thing about coffee or Persian restaurants. Well I take that back. I do know how to eat Persian food and drink coffee... if that counts for anything. Any way, I tell him - "Look, I am a blogger and I just moved back into the area. I am a great salesman and communicator. I also know this area like the back of my hand." - It's a mixed bag when I tell people I am a blogger so I wasn't sure how it would be received. Much to my liking, he gives me a curious look and says -"Why don't you go over to a table and fill out an application. I will come talk with you shortly."  

A few minutes pass and he comes and sits at the table. I ask a few questions - "What is this place? What's going on here?" Turns out the gentlemen I am talking with is a seasoned film director, writer and producer who is lending his talents and resources into promoting a new concept in the area. "A Twilight Zone genre," he tells me. I ask him to clarify his statement - "The goal is to take this place to another dimension, he tells me "A Twilight Zone if you will. A place so unique that you will feel as if you have actually entered the Twilight Zone when you are here." We chat a bit more about things and then he says - "Follow me, I have some people I want you to meet."

I follow him out the rear door and on to the back patio. There set two of the most attractive women I have ever seen - "Gloria, Kim, this is Rob. He writes a blog about Las Vegas and I want you to listen to what he has to say." He leaves and I take a seat at the table. I reintroduce myself and then ask both about their background. Kim, a tall moca women with the whitest and brightest smile I have ever seen, tells me how she was in L.A. for twenty years and moved to Las Vegas a couple of months ago to open the place. After she is finished, Gloria, a beautiful olive colored Persian femme tells me she is lending her talents to the cause as well.

I go on to give them my spiel about hyper local growth strategies, guerrilla marketing, reality genre and all the other strategies I believe in. They're receptive. We chat a bit more and I ask them to read my blog and see if it connects in any way with what they are envisioning. They agree and we set a date for me to come back.

I say it was like the Twilight Zone not only because the gentlemen said it was that genre they're aiming for. But I sincerely got that feeling, the surreal feeling, the feeling of something different, the feeling of something not normal, the feeling of something special.

The village idiot of Las Vegas catches a glance of the most beautiful girl in Las Vegas.

It has been five months since I last saw her. (She) being the most beautiful girl in Las Vegas. When I was in Colorado there were a few nice ones, but nothing like her, nothing even close:

I like to think of her as radiant, that's probably the best way to describe her - "She radiates the room when she walks in." I told my friend Jayball that the other day and he says - "Dude, you are going to weird this chick out."

Any way, I walked into North Las Vegas city hall this afternoon and there she was, in her usual spot, looking as radiant as ever. I was going to say hi to her but was too nervous. She looked the same {even better} than I remembered. Her hair is jet black with blond streaks, the hourglass figure and the smile, oh goodness, her smile is the most lovely thing in the world.

As I sit here putting the finishes touches on my blog, I have one thing to say, "God it is good to be home!"

The village idiot of Las Vegas tells Legend about his new place in 'Vegas.

"The stabbing cabin, the pleasure palace, the love nest of the Southwest! Your place is going to be like the days when I was young. Goddammit boy! I am so fucking jealous." I called my friend Legend in Kansas yesterday to inform him that I was about to be the proud occupant of a new crib in Las Vegas.

"What's the place look like? Where is it at?" He asks with a curious tone. I go on to tell him all the amenities. "It's just what a single guy like me is looking for. Everything has been redone. Spacious kitchen and living room. It's located about five miles west of the strip. I certainly cannot complain."

"I bet it's nicer than that shit hole you're living in now," Legend was referring to my current abode in the NLV. I call it the Bruce Li hotel (for those of you who've been following the blog. You know what I'm talking about).

"Just a little bit," I tell him with a hearty laugh - I then ask, "Legend - when are you going to come out and see me again? I have a sweet spot for you to stay for a few days - I also know where all the girlie's hang out. Think about it for a moment...It would be like we were twenty one again, but this time we would be a little smarter, not much, but a little."

Legend lets out a roar of laughter after my comment and adds, "I'll come visit you soon enough. Right now I have to leave because the old lady is giving me the evil eye. But don't you worry boy, I will be there soon enough."