Although I'm not doing a full trip report, I have to mention my encounter in the food court at the Riv.
My team was very tense on the opening day of 8ball competition at the Riviera, and I was particularly awful. We were all just way too tight, and not playing our usual game.
So I stopped in late at night at the pizza place in the food court after practice to get a bite and relax. I was surprised to find at that hour that there were still several different pies to choose slices from, and went into a deep contemplation over if I would deal with the green peppers on the "everything" slice, go all meat, or have the hawaiian. I was so engrossed by checking out the pizza that I barely noticed the server approach behind the counter until he spoke. "Can I help you, Miss?"
I looked up into the beautiful eyes and 70's rock star style hair of one of the prettiest boys I've seen in a long time. The best description I can give is that he looks like a young Robin Gibb.
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I was so stunned looking into his eyes that I forgot what I was there for, and just smiled at him like an idiot. Completely turned into a puddle of ice cream.
He finally asked "What would you like?" and it took all the wits I could muster not to blurt out "Well, I'd like to start by tearing all of your clothes off and doing unspeakable things to that hot young body of yours. " Fortunately, I noticed that I was at a pizza counter. "oh, yes, Pizza! sure, I'd like a slice."
I looked around at the menu to find some more things that I could order to justify continuing to check this kid out. Yes, I completely lost my mind. You can tell because I never order breadsticks, or put up with Pepsi instead of Coke, but I did both in order to stare at the guy.
So I take my slice and drink to a table, and a while later a different guy - far less cute- comes over with my breadsticks. I thought maybe I had scared the poor boy, and he was afraid to come over. Then I noticed that there was no dipping sauce for my breadsticks, and before I could say anything about it, here comes PizzaBoy hustling out with a bunch of hot delicious sauce for me. Then I realized I needed napkins, so I followed him back to the counter and he grabbed a huge handful for me.
I sat back down and tried to think about what to do next; realistically I knew I was far too chicken to put a move on this boy, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. But the idea of having some company was appealing.
While I was considering how nice it would be to socialize a bit, a guy that I always seem to run into when I play scotch doubles gets a slice and decides to join me. He and his wife have played me 3 times in doubles, and each time I was with a different guy. It's become a running joke with them now; "is this one your husband?" "no" I think last year they finally realized that there is never going to be a husband.
So the pool player has had a few drinks and is chatty. He recently was out near me in Hollywood, and has a ton of questions about the movie industry, the economy, and so forth. Finally, he gets a very serious look on his face, and looks me in the eye and says "Can I ask you something?"
Ok, here it comes. This is either going to be a Big Personal Question because I always laugh about the husband thing, or he's drunk enough to hit on me without his wife around.
So Pool guy asks me about the old CHiPs patrol show with Eric Estrada, do I remember it? Well, sure. I have no idea where he is going with this. "Well, I've always wondered... what does the i in ChiPs stand for. I understand the Calif Highway Patrol for the CHP, but where does the 'i' come from?"
I just couldn't believe that was his big question. I'm expecting all kinds of things to come out of his mouth, but not that. It take me 20 minutes to patiently explain that the 'i' doesn't stand for anything, it was just stuck in there to complete the spelling. Finally he seems satisfied and leaves.
In the meantime, apparently PizzaBoy has finished his shift and left the building without any notice or saying goodbye, possibly because he thought that I already had company.
This is so typical for me; I ate too much, missed a chance for hot romance, and wound up discussing old TV shows. Arrrrrggggg!
At least my story cracked both myself and my team up pretty good the next day. We were a lot more relaxed and played better. And they had fun teasing my about my PizzaBoy the rest of the trip.