The other night Robert sent me a text message saying that Nelly just sat down in his game. I immediately replied saying something like "that’s cool, Boo. Is he wearing clothes?" And got nothing from Robert. Then I said "is it hot in there?" Again, nothing.
That’s not like Robert. We’re full of witty banter. :O) So I just assumed Robert wasn’t getting my text messages. Later on that night I mentioned my funny texts and he had an "a ha" moment.
Yesterday I was emailing a friend about this and while typing I thought to myself "whoa, did I use 50 Cent lyrics in a text about Nelly?" No wonder Robert didn’t get my jokes! Well, I had used the right hip-hop artist, it was just slow texting that prevented Robert from laughing out loud.
Anyway, last night I was thinking about all of this and was reminded of a funny incident that occurred about five or six years ago, and thought I’d share it here.
Robert and I were in Las Vegas for a weekend. I don’t remember why. I need a reason to go to Vegas, so I’m sure there was one. It was Sunday afternoon, and we were getting ready to come home and decided to grab some lunch at the buffet at Mandalay Bay. Fortification for the road trip. As we were waiting in the "paying customers" line, someone walked into the "I have a pass, seat me NOW" line. The hostess greeted us at the same time, and said she’d be right with us.
The VIP looked so familiar. I knew I knew him from somewhere. I thought it was from my work life, in the hotel industry. I say to him "Hi, you look very familiar. Do you work in the hospitality industry?" He says "Sort of." Okay, that’s helpful. He says "I skate in the show here at the hotel".
Too funny! Me, swearing I knew him as a client, co-worker, etc. And he’s an Olympic Ice Skater.
Perma-blush set in. Was it getting hot in (t)herre?