Any other town you go to there's this little devil and a little angel on your shoulder. A little good advice, a little bad advice. You go to Las Vegas, there's like a devil and a devil and they're just battling it out the whole time. It's like, "Stuff more dough in that machine" and "Brang me another drank"???? And then the ole fat boy says, "YEA! Yea, this is a good town (at least til the hangover and bank deficiency reality sets in).
This July Fourth celebratory last the ranch hand and his gorgeous bride ambled northwest to the land of sin and frivolity "just because"?
Ya gotta know that LV is a land of alien strangeness with no comparison. Ya see folks and thangs that exist no where else on Mother Earth.
Independence Day celebration found your humble scribe perched on a casino bar stool suckin' down libation while "mindin' his own" at a video poker money pit. Up walks a rather sophisticated patron of the female persuasion looking expertly coiffed, spectacularly bejeweled....and definitely on the sunset side of 60???
"A white wine bartender"....."Yes Ma'am, will our house wine be OK"...."It will NOT" (with an aristocratic sniff of contempt)....Mr. Bartender proceeded to pour his "best" into a plastic cup and presented same on the bar.....Ms. Royalty stared briefly at the plastic chalice and offered a look that would melt titanium as she coldly uttered, "Do I look trashy to you?"....Ole humble pie sheepishly said, "No Ma'am"......Whereupon the apparently wealthy dowager promptly pulled down her blouse to expose her right breast and the large butterfly tattoo thereon stating with a mischievious grin, "Well, I am trashy"
Yeah, it's a weird place with weird people, but if ya think about it, it's just like retirement. Ya want to enjoy it to its fullest, ya just don't wanta run outa money?
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Great story! I love Vegas. Have only visited twice, both times left with more cash than I had when I arrived. Luckily, it's about 2700 miles away, so i can't make a habit of it!
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