By Crystal Starlight
Canadians, Jamie Foxx, and Monopoly
Money Part 3: Monopoly Money (continued)
Friday, June 15
The pool at the MGM was fantastic! I love it. So much so that I stayed long enough to ruin any chances I had of wearing a strapless top that evening. (A few hours later I looked similar to a vertically striped candy cane.) No wonder women buy strapless bathing suits. Anyhow, if you’ve never been to the MGM pool, they have a wave pool, waterfalls, and absolutely delightful people to watch. Who doesn’t love people-watching in Las Vegas? It should be a sport; I’d dominate.
After I succeeded in pinkening myself, David and I decided to stop and eat at Emeril Lagasse’s restaurant. (Emeril, if you remember, is that fantastically animated chef with his own cooking show.) Much to our dismay, however, we waited for what felt like an hour to get menus, and what felt like another hour for someone to take our order. Little did I know the conclusion of this experience would leave me feeling moved to write a book, “The Crackhouse Café and Other Outstanding Dining Experiences.”
While waiting, I was slightly amused and somewhat vindicated by the not-as-nice people that sat down next to us and started making loud demands and voicing their dissatisfaction about the wait time. They managed to speed things up in our section and our food was brought shortly.
I had initially wanted to order a sushi roll. After taking the waitress’ (expert!) suggestion, I was brought four little lettuce leaves. Yes, little lettuce leaves, indeed - topped with a handful of Chinese noodles and adorned with a piece of tuna the size of a postage stamp. Are you following me here? I wanted a meal and the waitress suggested a fru fru appetizer piece devoid of any substantial food. My jaw may or may not have dropped open, I’m not 100 percent sure. What was the waitress’ thought process on this? It was like ordering a cheeseburger and having someone say, “Oh, if you like that, you will LOVE this ox tail.” I was irritated but in a very, very perplexed way.
After careful consideration, I sent the dish back. David asked to speak to Emeril about the perception gap, but was informed he was not present. (David has a very straight-faced sense of humor.) On some days, he makes me laugh so hard I’m afraid I’ll start hyperventilating. A Scottish accent, I believe, goes a long way with comic delivery.
(Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion of Monopoly Money!)
Precocious entrepreneur, workaholic and a rabid perfectionist Crystal Starlight knows a thing or two about getting ahead at a young age. Email her at [email protected]