The first time I saw Rich Little was at the big room at the Riviera, backed with the biggest orchestra, even bigger than the singers had. His opening act was Bernadette Peters and when she walked down the steps from the stage and sang at my table I was in love, and yes I still carry a torch for her. My Bride is probably tired of hearing me mention that story. Be that as it may, while we were visiting our children and grandchildren in Las Vegas, I looked at the magazine that was in our hotel room talking about restaurants, shopping and the shows.
There was an advertisement for a new Rich Little show, a pre-Broadway run, of his salute to James Stewart. Now James Stewart is one of my Bride’s loves. So she immediately booked the show, which was at the Las Vegas Hotel, which coincidently was across the street from the Riviera. We went early to pick up the tickets, because it was Maitre’de Seating, and camped out, outside of the entrance. My Bride is very open and talkative and had a conversation with the manager of the theater, who was waiting for the earlier show to let out, so that we could be seated.
When they opened up the doors for our show, we were the first to be seated and they gave us primo seats, that were “Reserved for Harvey.” My Bride, myself and a six foot three quarter inch Puka settled in for the show. We also ordered some Chandon champagne for the show and neither the wine nor the entertainer disappointed us that evening. It sure beat a cocktail or a beer for this evening out.