Vegas Virgins, February 11, 2012
[dcs_p]I’m with Victor and Anthony at Trevi Restaurant in Caesar’s Forum Shops. We flew in for a Super Bowl party and we’re still here. Today, we’re having a light lunch at Trevi’s. We’re sitting on the patio beneath the fake Forum sky, dining cafe style in a Romanesque setting that’s not quite like being in Rome, but hey … right now it’s the next best thing. We’re overlooking the Fountain of the Gods, sipping Chianti, and debating whether or not to go back to the casino for another hand of blackjack when a trio of busty forty-somethings converge at the next table. They’re a little weathered, but in good shape. Right away Victor starts talking to them, and we learn they’re from Milwaukee. “Green Bay fans,” one of the ladies says. She tells me that her husband, a cowboy sheriff, was absolutely opposed to gambling. It’s her first time in Sin City. “So I’m a Vegas Virgin,” she says.[/dcs_p]Hmm. “As a rule, I don’t care for virgins,” I say. And then I ask her where her husband is now, and she gives me an inviting smile and tells me they’re divorced.
