Elise Sereni Patkotak

Keith Richards fell out of a palm tree.  I don’t think anything can be added to that statement to make it any weirder or more complete.

So they have captured the real mafia don in Sicily after 43 years on the run because he had his wife doing his laundry and sending it to him.  Hmm… is there an Italian woman out there who is surprised by this?

In one of those moments when you are sure the world is spinning slightly out of orbit, I saw a woman walking down the Vegas Strip dressed in running shoes, workout tights and a sports bra with a lit cigarette dangling from her fingers.  Seriously, you can either be athletic or a smoker but you really shouldn’t try to combine the two. 

The real question is whether I will ever stop envying birds their ability to fly.  Just once…just once…I want to spread my arms, kick off with my feet and fly above this earth.  Just once.

My wonderful godchild Emily finished a triathalon recently. I finished my morning coffee today.  Draw your own conclusions.

Why do all the Elvis imitators in Vegas go for the fat Elvis look? Does no one want to remember him as thin and beautiful and sweaty from sexual energy as opposed to drugs and fat?

I left the lovely Flamingo Hotel and Casino a few days ago and moved to my cousin’s house…which is actually classier.  And oh my, her dogs Nino and Zia give new meaning to the word adorable.  Active, but adorable.

It’s a miracle. I’m in Vegas with no computer and yet my thoughts still appear here.  I’m finally immortal…or is that immoral?  In Vegas it’s hard to tell.