Marriage Can Be Murder . . . Calling Nurse Little . . .

Well the Castaways settled in and freshened up a little and it was time to head down to Fremont Street for our first nights entertainment. We jumped into our Las Vegas rickshaw (Taxi) and headed out for the adventure that awaited. The cab ride was uneventful and the driver was one that actually spoke English and actually lived in Modesto for ten years about seventeen years ago . . . What a small world.

We arrived at our destination, located the box office, picked up our VIP tickets . . . that's right VIP tickets . . . Nothing but the best for us. Actually the tickets were half off and on sale . . . Like I said . . . nothing too cheap for us! After the tickets were in hand it was time to get in the VIP line . . . Where the privileges were soon made apparent. The VIP's were the first to receive the well placed “Big Breast” humor from our evenings MC, yes some of the women attending the show had what some professionals might refer to as “Hooters” (that's what I've heard anyway). The VIP's were then asked what they wanted as their main course . . . Beef, Chicken, or Fish . . . Breasts for Pam and Joanie . . . Beef loaded with growth hormones for Dennis and Ray please. We were then escorted to our very exclusive front row seats and prepared for the evening by ordering a round of beers. It wasn't long before our hostess for the evening MiMi began by telling us the rules of the evening . . . there were none . . . SWEET!!!

During the beginning of her interactions with the crowd she asked if there was anyone who was a Nurse and naturally Joanie raised her hand . . . and being in the front row . . . was chosen to be Nurse Little for the evening's murders. This is where she would put her skills to work by checking murder victims vital signs . . . ignoring them . . . and pronouncing the victims dead anyway. MiMi's next player chosen was the assistant police woman to handle evidence when the murders occurred, a hand picked group of the finest “Air Band” musicians in the restaurant at the time, and finally all of the men with facial hair were designated as pall bearers and given one vinyl glove to assist with the moving of the bodies. If you guessed the Dennis and myself were pall bearers you were correct, but what you would have never guessed was that soon after the second murder both Dennis and I went to the restroom and were thus designated as a couple . . . a gay couple and we were required to stand up and perform the YMCA dance . . . and were we Fabulous!! (Too gay sounding?)

The evening was very entertaining . . . Murder, victim pronounced dead, evidence collected, bodies moved, and a musical funeral procession followed by . . . Murder, victim pronounced dead, evidence collected, bodies moved, and a musical funeral procession two more time for a grand total of three dead people. It was now the crowds job to figure out “Who Done It”? Going back to when we first sat down and MiMi was telling everyone that “Trust No One . . . People Aren't Who The Appear To Be”, both Pam and Dennis immediately pulled out their inner Colombo and pointed out the gentleman seated next to Dennis as a “Suspicious Fucker”, well maybe not Fucker I might have paraphrased a bit. The evening was just about over and the announcement was made as to who the murderer was . . . Pam and Dennis Colombo were absolutely correct . . . They didn't receive anything for their amazing sleuthing skills Damn It!!!

With dinner behind us and a great time had by all we all wandered around Fremont Street for while when it soon became apparent that it had been a long day. So we hailed a cab back to the Excalibur for some end of the evening gambling and then it was to bed for some well deserved shut eye. Stay tuned for more adventures from the Castaways . . . Peace Out My Bitches!!!!