'I’ve never heard of a Caesar not being recognized before,' I’m told later by my boss for the day, Stephanie Deppensmith. I’m surprised that nobody guesses Sonny Bono, since Orto also towers over me and is dressed pretty much like Cher is on the posters adorning every wall. (Mark Antony wed Cleo after her marriage to Caesar and before his marriage to J-Lo.) It’s not an entirely wild guess, considering the Cleopatra (Ami Orto) on my arm. When our procession stops for its three photo ops - at the front desk, the statue of Caesar and the Colosseum steps - I am invisible standing behind Ferrier, even when he bows down to me. 'More like 7 feet with my hat,' Nathan Ferrier pointed out as we armored up.
The problem, I’m guessing, is that my shouting centurion is a 6-foot-3 Adonis who makes me look like the young son he’s out for a stroll with. And I’m parading around Caesars Palace behind a guy shouting, 'All make way for Caesar!'
I’m dressed in a tunic, chest plate and gold sandals. Who are you supposed to be?' asks an Australian tourist who identifies herself as Debbie.
