Okay, I have a confession to make. I'm not talking about almonds.
With the closing of Jubilee, there’s been talk of the extinction of the showgirl, but I disagree. She is not a dinosaur! I mean, she might use that word once in a while to insult another showgirl … but she never really means it. At least, I hope she didn’t mean it. I’m still trying to get over it. Sorry, where was I? Oh, I remember.
“Would you like to be on the cover of Las Vegas Weekly?”
“Excuse me? I’m sorry, could you repeat that? It sounded like you just asked if I would like to be on the cover of Las Vegas Weekly?”
“Yes, are you available?”
“Hmm, let me think about that for a second. Come to think about it, a second is too long. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
That’s how the conversation went for my first-ever magazine cover. (It’s also my only one so far but who’s counting. It was only 31 days, six hours and 15 minutes ago, so I’m hoping there will be more in my future.)