I love it. I love it the way dogs love fire hydrants, the way Oprah loves Gale, the way the desert loves the rain - the way i loved the snap of my Mother's cards as she played solitaire each and every morning i knew her. I love it because - because the first time i met Liza she had this look about her. One i have never seen. Her eyes always ocean wide and sky blue had a depth - a pull to them - Her hair perfect as always had just a rumple at the back - it invited questions - and the vibration of her Tiffany studded hand as it shot out of her slick porte a pret Micheal Korr's leather jacket made me step back - and step up my game. What on earth - how on earth does a person present like this?
Her little sister was introducing us at a school play - her other sister was the brilliant musical director and i had helped cast it. Liza had come just to support her family.Cool.
"Vegas, i just got back from Vegas - been up for a day - i am little jet lagged…" My spastic boney bear paw ended up behind my back and i just stood over her staring - I babbled like a star struck idiot - " Vegas eh…" I made crappy jokes that made me look like a game show host on cable 14 TV - I tried teasing her - she destroyed me - something about a film i had been in - I switched back to Vegas - to no avail - the lights flickered then went out. But for me they went on. I wanted to look like that. Feel like that. So as i walked back to my seat -guided by the sheer glow of diamonds in my eyes I decided that no matter how - no matter how long - no matter when - i was someday going to understand just how Vegas makes you look that fabulous when you are that Jet Lagged.