This week finds me up to my butt in page proofs of Rick Lax‘s forthcoming book, I Get Paid for This, a Michael Jackson The [sic] Immortal World Tour™ review for WizardOfVegas.com, profiles of developer Brett Torino and Mayor Carolyn Goodman, locating Sonny Liston‘s grave and sundry other matters. Which means I’m totally behind the curve on Steve Wynn‘s thrust into Massachusetts, the overheated soap opera that is Florida, not to mention Colony Capital‘s latest rotten gaming investment, to which American Gaming Guru had to draw my attention. (Tom Barrack has dumped so much money into so many bad casino purchases that S&G may have to either retire the Gaming’s Worst Investor Award or give Barrack a Lifetime Dubious Achievement Prize, so that merely incompetent CEOs can have a chance to join Tamares Group, James Packer and William J. Yung III in the Hall of Shame.
(Speaking of which, the Baseball Hall of Fame did a mammoth shark-jump by proposing Tim McCarver for inclusion in its broadcasting wing. If the HoF ever sinks to level of inducting sullen, passive-aggressive Atlanta Braves sycophant Skip Caray, I’m gonna rethink my position on that whole Pete Rose betting thing.)
All of this is a long way of saying that, as an illogical form of consolation, here’s Playboy Playmate Cynthia Brimhall (Miss October, 1985) … or “Edy,” to all you Andy Sedaris cinephiles. After two stints in Lake Tahoe, Ms. Brimhall graced Harrah’s Las Vegas from 2000 to 2001 in Skintight. Too bad that the video clip ends just when things start to get interesting. Ms. Brimhall has scarcely aged in the intervening decade but the Strip has changed beyond recognition … and not necessarily for the better.
For goodness sakes, take a look at those cakes!!!