Foreword: I started posting Downtown Oliver Brown on blogdowntown, a mostly news blog, back in 2008. It took just a few weeks for me to realize that Downtown Oliver Brown needed a home like downtownster and so did a lot of other writers. And in 2009 downtownster was born. So now with downtownster up and running here is the first Downtown Oliver Brown written exclusively for downtownster:
Kristen, in public relations, could not believe such a matter could have fallen on her shoulders. Thousands of employees at the nicest resort casino in the world and it was her walking into the spa…to do the unthinkable.
“Hi Danny, I need to speak to Mr. Wynn right away.”
“He’s in the middle of a massage.”
“It can’t wait, take me back there.”
“Are you crazy?”
“No, I just happened to stay late and be the only one in the office,” she said forcing a smile. “Lucky me,” she thought to herself.
“This better be good,” said Steve Wynn, the legendary hotel and casino owner.
“It’s all how you define good Mr. Wynn. If you mean good news…”
“I mean good enough to interrupt my massage.”
“Unfortunately, I’m afraid it’s exactly that kind of good.”
“Don’t tell me…”
“I’m sorry Mr. Wynn, but it seems as though Downtown Oliver Brown is in the hotel with his friends…”
“Tell me he’s not with Dave The Jew and Stan Peters Hollywood’s scummiest and most powerful producer—again.”
“They’re with him.”
“Whiskey Peet and fat Andy are too.”
Steve Wynn rolled off of the table wrapped in the 1,000-thread-count sheet. “First a global financial meltdown and now this. Can’t a billionaire get a break these days? Please tell me they haven’t made it to the tables yet…”
“They’re playing a million hand…”
“I love this place!” I said, betting another million. Originally, as you might recall from earlier blogs, playing million dollar a hand poker had made me nervous, but after hanging around with Whiskey Peet, Dave The Jew, Fat Andy, and Stan Peters (Hollywood’s scummiest and most powerful producer) long enough I had somehow become acclimated to this totally irresponsible behavior – given that unlike my friends I have, at best, two cents to rub together and at the time of this story still owed about ten million give or take from my previous trip to Vegas.
“My boy! My boy! Of course you love this place! You live in Laaas Angeleees with 34 million liberal fagooots! What’s with all the fruity butterflies? Shiiiit not one dead animal carcass on the walls to be found…We should have just played at my place!” He turned to Dave The Jew. “Did you check on the White Lightning before you left?”
“Sure I did,” responded Dave, going all in. Continue reading