No wives, no girlfriends

No Wives, No Girlfriends

No Wives, No Girlfriends

No wives, no girlfriends

 

Heading to Vegas for a Super Bowl party. I’m booked into an Emperor’s suite at Caesar’s Palace–it’s sweet. One thing: No wife or girlfriend is accompanying me on this trip. It’s a boy’s weekend. Not that there won’t be women at the party, this is Vegas, after all. I’m betting they put on a better half-time show than the NFL.

Nobody does the Super Bowl better than Caesar’s. In years past I actually attended the game, now I prefer to watch it on a giant screen in a private setting. I’ll place a few bets, but the game is just an excuse for a party. No wives or girlfriends on this one. It’s time for the boys to play.[/dcs_p][dcs_p]No Wives, No Girlfriends, is a little anecdote told from the point of view of PAtricia Bellomo’s main character, mobster Louie Morelli. Bellomo’s books are available on Amazon.com, Barnes and NOble, and on all e-readers.

Sands Waterfront Patio Bar, Pompano Beach. January 26, 2011.

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Sands Waterfront Patio Bar, Pompano Beach. January 26, 2011.

As far as seasons go, this one is a loser. So not good. Everybody bet the favorites on Sunday, and I lost both games. I’m glad it’s almost over. But things  could be worse. Today, I’m at one of my favorite places. It’s the Sands patio bar on the Intracoastal–very low key and popular with the locals.  I’m sitting at the tiki bar and the sun is shining and I’ve still got a buck in my pocket. But damn, it’s getting hard.

Franco’s, Ocean Drive, South Beach. January 27, 2011

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Franco’s, Ocean Drive, South Beach. January 27, 2011

It’s a happening night at Franco’s. The nightclub is one of South Beach’s top hotspots, and since it was my baby and I own one-third of the joint, I’m happy. Victor and I are standing at the center, square-cut bar on the upper level lounge. It’s the VIP section, and although it’s crowded with wannabes, it doesn’t compare to the throngs of people packed in below. We get a lot of Hollywood types–a big rock star showed up the night before last, and upper level entry requires a pass.

I’m a silent partner and nobody knows who I am. My guy, Franco, who is indebted to me for the rest of his life, gets to play big-shot. He does a beautiful job sucking up to fag designers and anorexic models–a great front man. But he knows who his boss is.

There is a lot of eye candy in this crowd. Some of these young women are really hot, and I can’t help looking, even if I am trying to be good. I’ve got a new girlfriend, and she’s very expressive, if you know what I mean. Plus, I promised my wife I’d be home tomorrow.

Football Blues, January 17, 2011

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Football Blues, January 17, 2011

I was sitting pretty on Sunday. A minute and a half left in the game, and the Jets start celebrating. Instead of sitting on the ball and letting the clock run out, they’re showboating like it’s the Super Bowl and they’ve won the championship. They almost gave the game away, and it would have served them right if they had.

The two touchdowns scored after their grandstanding cost me plenty. The jackasses. Next time wait until the game is over.

Louie’s Double Date, January 18, 2011

 

Louie's Double Date

Louie’s Double Date

Louie’s Double Date, January 18, 2011

What can I say? Sometimes life is perfect. Look at these two, and how can you not? I’m sitting on the deck of the Stella di Mare, and it’s a really beautiful day. We’re cruising off the coast of Fort Lauderdale, just a daytime jaunt. It’s me and my girl, the blond. Lately, she’s been surprising me, showing up with her wild girlfriend, Rachel. So now it looks like I’ve got a double date. [/dcs_p][dcs_p]

I’ve been taking calls and attending to business, but I’m ready to ditch this phone.  I don’t think we’ll be staying on deck much longer. In fact, I’ve got a bottle of Dom chilling in my stateroom. Nothing like good champagne and beautiful women. I can’t think of a better way to spend the day, can you?[/dcs_p][dcs_p]Louie’s Double Date is a little anecdote writtn from the point of view of Patricia Bellomo’s main character, mobster Louie Morelli. Bellomo’s books are available at Barnes and Noble, Amazon, and on all e-readers.

Athena by the Sea, Lauderdale-by-the-Sea, Florida

Athena by the Sea, Lauderdale by the Sea

Athena by the Sea, Lauderdale by the Sea

Mob Blog: Athena by the Sea, Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida

 

[dcs_p]This Greek restaurant is a great place for breakfast. Appropriately, it’s called Athena by the Sea and sits at the corner of A1A and Commercial. Victor and I like to stop in from time to time. He’s sitting across the table from me—no booths for us. They’re too hard to get out of and Victor always feels trapped sitting in them. He should, he’s a big guy.[/dcs_p]

[dcs_p]Victor’s working his way through Athena’s four-egg omelet with ham and peppers, and I’m doing eggs with potatoes. The coffee’s good and hot, not too strong. It’s a Monday morning, and the start of a work-week. Contrary to what you might think, I do work. The best part is that my company, L&M Enterprises is all legitimate. It has to be. The Feds are crawling up my ass every other month with audits.
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[dcs_p]Which reminds me: I’m going to have to get down to the Cayman’s and do a little banking. I have a couple of accounts in banks there that the Feds don’t know about. But I’m really not at liberty to discuss the details.[/dcs_p][dcs_p]Athena by the Sea is told from the point of view of Patricia Bellomo’s mian character, mobster Louie Morelli. If you enjoyed this little anecdote, please check out Bellomo’s mafia thrillers. Available on Amazon.

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