Only in Vegas, magic-style

Had another only-in-Vegas moment on Sunday night. I was out to dinner with Mrs. Gopher and the Gopherettes at a hip new pizza joint in Henderson -- south of the 215 on Eastern, to be exact. We were enjoying a delicious pesto/sausage pie and a ham-n-cheese calzone for the girls when in walked none other than Penn Gillette.

No sign of Teller. Just Penn, two other dudes, two women and two urchins about the size of Mr. Gillette's gargantuan head (he's a big dude). I'm guessing one of the women was his wife, and maybe the kids were his. Hard to tell from two tables away who was with whom and what they were all consuming. I didn't want to get all celebristalker on him and ask for a photo -- even magicians deserve to get a Sunday night dinner with their family in relative peace.

So, Wayne Newton in December, Penn Gillette in January. Can Paris Hilton in February be out of the question?