Hope springs eternal...

I can't believe I completely forgot to mention that on the way out for the evening last night, I met my roommate's good friend Marika, who was over for a dinner visit. My word, this woman is a Greek goddess if ever there was one. I've seen her photo on the fridge, and I thought that looked good, well it doesn't even begin to do her justice. She's blonde and got a cowboy hat on in it, and was sporting a business suit and long, flowing brunette locks last night...she looked like a completely different and even more attractive woman...yum. If I was thinking, I'd have snapped a couple candids of us with the digicam sitting uselessly in my pocket, but alas, brain function in the presence of hotties is not a strong trait for which the male condition is known. Statuesque, stunning good looks, killer body, bright, piercing eyes, tangible sex appeal, obvious confidence, it was everything I could do to stammer out a greeting and vacuous compliment. And here I am in full "jobless bum" look...jeans, t-shirt and my old "Gene" name patch blue mechanic shirt. Nice. Had I not had an equally compelling prior commitment, I'd have stayed home and thrown myself shamelessly at this woman. If memory serves, I'm told she's moving to Charlotte soon, so here's to adding one more intriguing layer of filo to the already-shaping-up-to-be-amazing baklava of this upcoming spring/summer (thanks to Skip for inspiring me to be freer with the ethnic metaphors.) Opaaa!

In doing a little reading on the troupe we saw last night, come to find out that "talking baby" bit they do has been featured on MTV2 for a while...haven't had a chance to read up on the specifics, but it appears these guys have been around for some time and have a bit of notoriety to them. Good job guys, keep it up.

Started watching Las Vegas today (I know, last thing I need is another show to get hooked into, but I figure this one will help abate my need/urge to actually go and gamble). Las Vegas is a good candidate primarily because of the people in it: James Caan, who, like Dennis Farina, does the good heavy/mob guy/boss persona (but in a completely different way) Molly Sims, who I've yet to see act, but is really easy on the eyes, and Nikki Cox, who used to be really hot, is not aging terribly well, and is a horrendous actress, but is still good eye candy. Next up is the Sopranos, for which I have 5(?) seasons to catch up on, 4 of which are downloaded and ready to go, I just need to give up on the rest of my life, barricade the door and do the full Howard Hughes insane hermit route.

OK, halfway into the first episode, I'm a little appalled at the ease in which people are implied to have hooked up...the several times I was in Vegas, supermodel hotties _never_ threw themselves at me. But I suppose it IS in the name of television T&A, so I can suspend a little bit of disbelief...damned if every long shot of the strip doesn't absolutely drive home just how long it's been since I've been there. I think that easily the top ten hotels in Vegas now have been built since '96, and I haven't set foot in a single one of them, much less blown thousands of dollars there. [sigh]