meb rockery stuff i say that makes mr say "you should blog about that" and the like.

look.  yes.  the evidence points to me. i was at  the bellagio, last night, yes.  but i swear, i was nowhere near the craps table.  i was singing an unprovoked series of show tunes duets in a weird, old person bar in the lobby accompanied by pianist whitney phoenix.  later in the night, i know it seems likely that  i motorcycled off with 1.5 million in chips, but i was kiiiiiinda busy walking around barefoot, loudly claiming to be a “good luck charm” at various black jack tables, and being a super high roller at the quarter slots.