Five was the birthday of C.R.’s husband.  We went to the shark reef aquarium at Mandalay Bay, which was very interesting.  Then we had a lovely dinner at an Italian restaurant in the Venetian.  C.R. wore all red, which matched her hair.  I wore a gold dress.  We were seated at our table and our waiter was Antonio.  I heard Antonio speaking Italian with one of the other waiters, so I began to speak to him in Italian.  He was an older gentleman, though not lacking a certain sensuality.  He kept coming back to talk to us and flirt, like any Italian man would.  At one point he leaned over and asked, “Sei fidanzata?”, which caused C.R. and I to burst out in laughter.  This question, “Are you engaged?” which actually translates to “Are you with anyone?” is generally the third question Italian men ask when a woman talks to them.  And I’m not sure that the answer matters to them.  C.R. and I always laugh about this little nugget of Italian culture.  So when Tony asked, we couldn’t help but laugh. He asked me if I would come and meet him for a drink later in the evening to which I declined, and he feigned a broken heart.

Five.