The Triple Threat Tour hit Las Vegas for 2 nights at the MGM Grand Arena. Chuck promised us a night off before we headed down to LA and San Diego for the final dates of the tour. The MGM seemed like a city unto itself. Even though it was our fourth time here, I still remembered that Chris had told me you could never see all of Vegas, it was always changing. He was right. We arrived early in the morning and checked into our rooms. I begged off hitting the sights with Chris in favor of getting some sleep for a few hours. Even this far into the tour, my body clock was still getting used to the pace of a national tour.
I must've been more tired than I thought I was, when my cellphone rang, it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.
"Hey wake up, pal! Chuck's called a production meeting, get down to the Arena." He said.
"OK, I'm on my way." I said yawning.
The tour ran perfectly. Production meetings were nothing to us by now. Any kinks in the tour had been fixed long ago. I think Chuck only called these meetings just so he could feel like a big shot.
Chris and I snapped our photos onstage and backstage. There were always guests coming by to meet Rhianna and Tigress. It was still tough not to get starstruck when someone we'd only seen on TV walked by. I'd already had my "encounters" with the beautiful ones.
And the next one just walked in.
I was on my knees trying to fix a tripod when I saw a pair of legs in black denim walk up to me and kneel down.
"How's my favorite paparazzi?" a voice asked.
It was Lindsay Lohan.
She was smiling and looking hot! The black denim jeans were accompanied by an electric red blouse and white blazer. And her hair was a thick shade of titian red. Much had changed for Lindsay since we'd last seen one another. We'd had a passionate night and morning together, followed by another, sadly, abrupt parting. She had a meeting with NBC about a series that day. It turned out to be the smartest move for her. It was a new drama series called "Blind Item" that was an unofficial spinoff from the "Law & Order" series and cast her as a New York tabloid columnist. Lindsay had really applied herself to the series and it paid off. The series was a surprise hit, the network was happy, and in return sent her on a promo trip to Las Vegas when the Triple Threat Tour arrived. Gone was the posse of hangers-on she was notorious for, the cigarettes and booze too. In their place was a driving work ethic. The former party girl now wanted to be seen as a serious actress with much to prove. She was accompanied only by a personal assistant and her manager. She schmoozed adeptly with network reps, VIP's, entertainment TV anchors and people from the tour.
I stood and gave her a big embrace, hoping not to attract too much attention. I remembered how I'd been once referred to as her "mystery man". It would be best to keep the mystery going.
"How've you been darlin'?" I asked. My smile was as big as hers.
"I feel great! This is the first weekend I've had off in a long time. I had to see this show before it got to LA." She said, beaming. "Now, I have a big question to ask you."
"What?"
"How's my favorite cat Smokie?" she asked smiling.
"He's at home in LA. I've got a friend watching him. He misses you." I said with an equally large smile.
"I miss him too." She replied, then hugged me again. "But I miss you more. Can we get together?" she whispered in my ear.
"Um, are you staying at the MGM?" I asked, obviously surprised at her directness.
Lindsay nodded. "I'm in one of the VIP Suites."
"How about we get some dinner?" I replied. "I'm starving."
