Don Rickles... That one's gonna sting for a while. Woulda coulda shoulda...I was supposed to see him in Vegas late last year, but I let something keep me from pulling the trigger. ...Regrets, I've had a few...
I saw him in '97 with my now-ex and my best friend and his wife, at the Desert Inn. Cabaret seating. Long tables running back from the stage and rounds and booths behind us. About 5 minutes before he came out, I stood up and realized that the steps up to the stage were directly behind my buddy's seat. I joked about him walking behind my pal and chatting with him.
Sure enough, Rickles walks out from side-stage, through the audience and he's staring at my buddy the entire time. He goes right up those stairs and doesn't stop staring until he reaches the mic. His first line, "Filthy Mexicans...Shouldn't you be upstairs cleaning rooms? My buddy's half Italian and half Portugese, quite a bit darker complected than I, with Ricky Ricardo wavy hair. Rickles went off for about 5 minutes, as my friend tried to tell him he was Italian... and then, throughout the performance, he'd walk back over and banter with my friend.
At the end of the show, he brought everyone up who he'd made fun of and gave each a bottle of Dom.
That was a fun night.
Rest in peace, Don Rickles.
BT