Come Fly away....... In My Time Machine!

I took the Mrs to a Rat Pack Tribute show this weekend. Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr, and Frank Sinatra took the stage. The show was a fairly small crowd and we felt like the proverbial "young whipper snappers" in a room with so many blue hairs, but it was great to get away for the night and sneak in a little gambling before and after, and then some more along the way. (side note: If I would have known that so many alleged poker players would simply throw $5 chips at me, just for being in the room, I would have started playing live poker sooner, but that's a whole different story).

The moment Dean Martin poked his head out from behind the curtain, I truly felt like we were in Vegas, circa 1965. The impersonators were spot on in every aspect. Mannerisms, looks, voice, on-stage presence and personalities were flawless and a couple of the older audience members actually thanked the performers for reminding them of what it was like back in the day.

I've always been a big fan of Frank Sinatra. The mystique around ol' blue eyes, and that whole Vegas era is just fascinating and I've always wondered what it would have been like to see him in person. While the conjured ghosts of Vegas past might not necessarily represent the technology to prevail in the task I require, I'm certain that it provides the emotional journey that I'd absolutely like to embark upon.

So, there you have it. I need to create a time machine. Not a Jeff Goldblum, human-fly, cross pollinated type time machine, but rather, a good old fashioned, Mr. Peabody time machine with a consistent power source and clearly marked controls. After all, we don't want to accidentally end up in prehistoric times, chasing sleestacks around or rounding up historic figures and babysitting them at the mall. Oh damn, that's Bill and Ted's excellent adventure, isn't it? Skip that last part.

In addition to traveling back and watching Frank and the boys, I'd probably go back a few years and invent Google, the internet and Facebook, not to mention the occasional Powerball win, but that's it. I wouldn't abuse my power any more than that. If I'm being honest, I'd probably go back and talk Jim Morrison into celebrity rehab, or prevent Ben Affleck from ever filming Gigli, but that's it. I wouldn't abuse my time machine and it's awesome power any more than that, honest.

 All in all, it was a great weekend. Crooners crooning, a constant downpour of chips from unsuspecting goofs, some quality eats and about 3.5 hours sleep because in the immortal words of Jeffery Tambour: You never walk away from the table when you're on a heater.

Slainte
Kelly