April 21, 2009
So remember how Kim’s little brother (not so little now, he’s like 6’4″ and has kids) can’t lie?
Some years (a lot of years) back, my sister, Leslie, who lives in Los Angeles and works in the movie business, went on location somewhere far away for a few months, and she lent me her car while she was gone. It was a nice car, an Infiniti I think.
When she returned to LA, I drove her car back down to her. Daniel was a teenager by then, and wanted a bit of adventure. What could be more adventurous than to drive from Salt Lake City to LA with his super fun uncle Dug? I ask you, What?
So we drove down together.
Remember how Las Vegas is on the way from SLC to LA? Well, I likes me a little blackjack. I once won about $1100 in Wendover, NV. Okay, I won most of that playing the twelves on roulette, but I still loves me some blackjack.
Daniel and I stopped in Las Vegas to play a little blackjack. I think Daniel was like 16 years old, but he was tall. Unfortunately, he was also a little babyfaced.
We got in about 10 minutes at the tables before a pit boss wandered over and asked Daniel if he was 21. I looked at him, fully expecting that he would have learned what you say when someone asks you if you’re a God.
He hadn’t. He stammered for a second, and then muttered “I’m 16.”
The dealer smiled ruefully at him while we got up and as we walked away, I heard her say “pobrecito.” Yeah, thanks for the “cito.”
Someday I’m going to get Daniel to lie. You hear that Bud? I’m coming for you.