Back after an almost two-week hiatus, we’ve got a few things to discuss. Namely, what happened on the Vegas trip, the Rozlyn sex tape, my thoughts on Jason and Molly’s wedding, the Top 12 of “American Idol”, and what 2-year anniversary is today. Yes, I realize the ABC’s “20/20” fluff piece on the “Bachelor” airs tonight, but I will cover that in Wednesday’s column, which will have a recap of Tuesday’s “Idol” performances. So you can expect a column every Wednesday from here on out as I give my opinions on each of the previous nights performances, followed by who I think SHOULD go home vs. who I think WILL go home. And the way this season has gone so far, it seems like anyone can go home any week, so it might be a little tougher. Lets get started.
One of the first things I did when I got to Vegas was conduct an interview with RawVegas.TV. Thanks to “Chops” for setting this up at Caesars Palace and getting this done. Funny thing was, we did this interview right outside the Poker room at the Sportsbook while a tournament was going on inside. So there were a few fans standing outside waiting for some of their favorite poker players to come straggling out. All the sudden I’m being interviewed and there were certain people who thought I was actually some famous poker player. Not quite. Boy, were they disappointed. Anyway, as you can see, the interview was edited a bit (down to nine minutes from about thirty minutes), but I have no complaints about what was shown. Hell, I was probably rambling anyway so they needed to shut me up somehow. A few thoughts after the link:
-After doing this, it now brings my total number of interviews I’ve ever done on camera to three: Once in high school after I hit the game winner to beat Katella (a major highlight for a then 6’2″, 165 lb scrawny white kid), the Skype interview I did last July with “Extra” TV, and now this. So needless to say, I need a little work on my interviewing skills.
-Ummmm, I tend to close my eyes a lot when I’m thinking. That needs to stop. Hell, it was even annoying me. It’s like I’m Crystal Bowersox when she sings.
-At the end, “Chops” asked me if I’d do the “Bachelor” for a million dollars. Honestly, I didn’t hear the part about a millon dollars until I watched it back. I just heard “would you be the Bachelor”? Of course if I was offered a million dollars I’d be the next “Bachelor”. Not only that, I’d do whatever the script told me to do. Please. That’s a no-brainer. Everyone’s got a price.
-However, lets remember that I will never appear on this show in any capacity for these reasons:
1) They know who I am, so they’d never offer it to me in the first place (or to even be one of the 25 bachelors competing for the “Bachelorette”)
2) I don’t fit the mold of what they’re looking for. Don’t have an agent, or publicist, 6-pack abs, never modeled, nor am I looking to start a television career
3) The minute I appeared on that show would officially be the end of RealitySteve.com, and frankly, I’m having way more fun writing and making fun of this show than I would if I were on it
4) Bottom line: They have no interest in ever casting me, and I would have no interest in ever being on their show
-Some of you may have seen my tweet and Facebook status regarding the event planned Saturday night at TAO while in Vegas. I have personally apologized to most of them, but I’m gonna take this time to apologize again. The deal was I had wristbands to get people into the club with no line and no cover. Which was a good thing since considering by the time I showed up at 11pm that Saturday night, the line wrapped around the building and I was able to get right in. And with over 80 people having picked up wristbands, I think most of them at some point or another, ended up getting into the club. The problem was, it was dark, loud, and ridiculously crowded. From the minute I got in, I had people texting me, “I’m here, where are you?” So of the 80 or so people I gave wristbands to, I think I maybe saw 10 of them while inside the club. It was PACKED. I just misplanned the whole thing. The event should’ve been outside somewhere at the pool, or maybe had a dinner or something. Oh well. I learned my lesson. It was fun nonetheless, and I at least got to meet most of them when I gave out the wristbands, but once again, I sincerely apologize to everyone for misplanning that event. Won’t happen next time. And there will be a next time. I’m thinking we might do it again in September since I’ll be there for the first weekend of NFL season like I am every year.
Some other quick Vegas thoughts:
-A very nice “You’re welcome” to the two women who came out from Chicago and Cleveland respectively who I taught how to play craps. I say “You’re welcome” since without me, you wouldn’t have walked home with all those winnings. Always fun teaching those who don’t know how to play, only to then watch them turn around and win more money than you. So, it’s a begrudging “You’re welcome”.
-Gotta also thank the four ladies from Chicago who came out to celebrate one of their friends birthdays for introducing me to “the rock” at Japonais restaurant. That was some good sh**. I’m still trying to figure out how a rock stays at 500 degrees for 6-7 minutes. More like 2 or 3 minutes.
-What Vegas trip wouldn’t be complete without seeing some dbags walking around in scripted t-shirts. I couldn’t memorize all of them, but one of the most memorable ones said something about how he had a 10″ package and there would be an oral exam later. You stay classy, Vegas.
-I also want to thank every Asian dealer that weekend who felt the need to rape my wallet every chance they could get. Appreciate it. But I guess I’m the idiot for continuing to sit down at their table. Silly me.
-Best “Vegas” Moment: So I’m playing blackjack at a table in Caesars right after I did the RawVegas.TV interview, and it’s just me and female dealer. All the sudden, two guys walk over from the bar, a little buzzed, probably in their mid to late 20’s, sit down, and seemed a bit frustrated. They then ask the dealer, “Where can we go in this town to meet some women who aren’t prostitutes and we’re not gonna have to pay for it?” They were dead serious.
So essentially they were asking where all the loose women are that you won’t find on the cards they pass out to you while you walk the streets. Nice. It’s as if there’s just one particular place all the drunk, horny, floozies in Vegas go just to get hit on by guys and go home with them. Hey guys, how about you try, oh I don’t know, ANY place on the strip? It was hilarious how frustrated they were that apparently they couldn’t find anyone to sleep with them who wouldn’t charge their credit card. Only in Vegas. Good thing they got off my table because they brought the mood down. Only table I won at all weekend.
-And no, that was not an Affliction or Ed Hardy shirt I had on. Please. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing one of those. I’m a little more metro than that…ha ha. I think it was Calvin Klein.
Rozlyn Sex Tape
-I’m sure most of you have heard by now, but as suspected, the Rozlyn sex tape was bogus. From the beginning, I kind of had an idea that this was just a way for some porn website to drive some attention to their name, and it was. Pretty funny how when the story broke the night before I did the interview with her, and her agent called to tell me under no circumstances were we allowed to bring it up in the interview, the haters immediately screamed “guilty” because, according to their logic, “if she never made a sex tape, why wouldn’t she just deny it?” Well, what if she denied it, yet a tape came out that was done without her knowledge? There’s enough sleazeballs in this world that have no problem having a buddy get closet time while him and his girlfriend get it on. If she says she never did one, then one shows up without her knowledge, she looks like a liar. So better to have her not make a statement at all rather than possibly incriminate herself, you know? Plus, Rozlyn’s side did make a statement about the tape right after the story broke saying, “We have no knowledge of any tape.” Yet that wasn’t good enough for some people who wanted to believe she did this.
I loved how a lot of people were like, “Well, if TMZ is running it, it MUST be true.” Uh huh. Sure it was. Look, do the tabloid shows and magazines once in a while break a story? Yes. All the time? Not even close. I’d say they miss on 75% of the stories they run with. Their job is to get you to read their magazine or watch their show, so they will draw you in with whatever headline they choose. I don’t know how many of you actually saw that sex tape, but it was laughable. How anyone could’ve seen that and said, “Yep, that’s Rozlyn”, is an idiot. It looked nothing like her. So now here we are three months later and everything Rozlyn has been accused of has kinda been swept under the rug, hasn’t it?
1) The show says she has a romantic, physical relationship with a producer, yet there’s still no audio or video proof of it yet to be shown
2) At the “Women Tell All”, girls talk of witnessing things between the two in a stairwell, and on a couch, yet, have nothing to back it up with, and now some are even re-canting their stories saying they felt pressured to go along with what producers were telling them to say
3) A sex tape supposedly with her in it turns out to be a complete farce and just something to grab peoples attention
Kind of a crazy world we live in. Sure, people can get away with throwing “Rozlyn Papa/Sex Tape” accusations out there with no repercussions, but I think enough has been proven at this point that she is not the villain they’ve made her out to be. When Lexington Steele is actually coming to your defense, then you know your life has been turned upside down. Lexington Steele is the name of the guy whose giant hammer was in the porn that the Rozlyn look-a-like was having lunch on. The clip was taken from a 2004 video he starred in where, basically, he had sex with a bunch of women. Some perv was watching it someday, decided since Rozlyn’s name was in the news, he could float it out there that she was in it, and it’d draw people to his site. Which I’m sure it did. Glad he accomplished his goal. Sorry I’m sticking up for Rozlyn yet again, but that’s just wrong. Nothing will happen to the guy, nothing will happen to TMZ, all the haters who swore by this story and believed it was true go back into hiding, and she gets more people thinking she’s a whore. It sucks. Final thought: Whoever thought a fake name like Lexington Steele would end up in porn? Shocking, really.