The Accidental Celebrity (or Why I’m Going to Be a Bunch of People’s Vacation Pics)
It’s funny, after living in New York City for a while, you kind of get used to crowds that are hovering for no good reason. 95% of the time, it’s because there’s a celebrity around and they want to get a glimpse or get pictures. I will admit, the first few times I saw those crowds, I joined in on a few, but as you live for longer periods of time in the city, you get jaded. It’s nuts how people, and by people, I mean tourists, will just eat up the opportunity to get a glimpse of someone that they think is famous. Which, pretty much leads me into my story…
So I was playing in the high limit lounge in a casino at a blackjack table. I had gotten to known the pit boss pretty well so we were chatting and generally laughing about how bad the Jets are going to be this year, which, I mean everyone is going to laugh at that. So, Vegas attracts big tourists groups, especially big groups from Asia. I’m not talking about 15-20 people, I’m talking about 60-80 people, and they always arrive during crazy hours. Why is this important to my story? Well, a family of four wandered through the high limit lounge and stopped to gawk. Obviously, I didn’t really care because I figured they were just admiring the room (it’s a very pretty room). However, all of a sudden, the daughter pointed at me, said something, and then took a photo.
Now, the photo by itself is not a big deal, but remember, this is in a casino. You absolutely cannot take a picture on a casino floor. There will be all hell to pay, it’s just one of those rules they have in the casino that are sacrosanct. So, the other pit boss stormed angrily over to the family and demanded that they just delete the picture they took. The pit boss that I was talking to just kind of looked at each other and shook our heads. So a few minutes pass, and then another Asian couple and a group of singles walk in and I think nothing of it. But then one of the women again takes a picture of me. Pit boss #2 is just not having it and again storms over and demands the picture be deleted, and then kicks the group out since they weren’t gambling. By then, I had hit my limit and cashed out. I said good night to the dealer, the pit bosses (always be courteous) and then walked out of the lounge.
As soon as I walked out of the lounge, I was greeted by a small mob of Asian tourists, and flashes from about a dozen camera phones. Apparently, the first girl that pointed me out thought I was someone famous and told the tour group. I didn’t exactly help perceptions by having worn a suit while playing and being rakishly handsome. After being a bit flabbergasted, I took off in a brisk walk toward the cashier, and then thought better of cashing my chips with people following me, so I just kept on walking past hotel security, where they stopped, and then escaped to my room.
Long story short, I think a lot of people are going to be disappointed at their brush with fame, and I’m going to show up on a lot of random people’s Facebook feeds.