Saturday, March 10, 2007

For Those Who Think Las Vegas Isn't Tacky Enough

Mr. and Mrs. B dined one summer evening not long ago on the pier at Naples, overlooking the blue waters of the Tyrrhenean Sea, under the shadow of Mount Vesuvius.

The magic of the moment was not destroyed, but it was somewhat diminished, by the adjacence of one of those monster new cruise ships that tower and seem ready to tip over you—making the whole scene seem a bit too much like the Starbucks at Penn Plaza.

I’ve never actually been inside one of those babies but now I’ve seen the pictures, and now I get the point: this is an entertainment option for those who think that Las Vegas is not tacky enough.

But it occurs to me that someone is missing a great entertainment opportunity here. We’ve got countless doctor shows (for my money, none better than this). We had nine seasons of The Love Boat. We’ve got a pretty good TV show about a casino. Isn’t it time for a threepher—a show about a doctor on a casino ship? Might be a good venue (after he leaves his present job) for a guest shot by George W. Bush. Oooh, doctor, I’ve got this rash. …

Fn.: for valuable prizes, readers are invited to consider other possible guest-star employment for the former president? How about Law and Order? Maybe Rome? Or Deadwood? Hm, this is too easy…

1 comment:

The New York Crank said...

I'd like to see George try to croon on American Idol. Better yet, I'd like to hear Simon comment on his crooning.

Then I'd like to see George bet the ranch – literally – on "Deal or No Deal."

Incidentally, I agree with you about Scrubs. But The Crank's fiancee, an MD of the psychiatric persuasion, considers Scrubs an irrelevant yawn.

She does, however, like House. She watches it like a quiz show. One minute and ninety seconds into any House show and she says something like, "Oh, it's obviously a contafabulated edema of the left bioflast, complicated by an encapsulated staphlococcus infection of a benign lipoma..."

And damned if – after House and his people run into twelve diagnostic dead ends and acidentally amputate the poor schnook's eyeball – it turns out she had the diagnosis right on the button.

Hey, the lady went through Columbia Physicians and Surgeons on a full scholarship. I'm beginning to think the medical school you attended really matters.