Am I Falling Out of Love With Las Vegas?
Hi kids... I'm in Las Vegas at the moment. Something very odd caught my attention this morning. I saw an ad for a new show featuring celebrity look-a-likes. That's nothing new in this town... except for the fact that all of the look-a-likes were midgets.
Picture, if you will, a midget Elvis. Then try a midget Brittney Spears. It has to be trying to draw the "trainwreck spectator" crowd.
I was baffled.
This town has done some bizarro stuff... but this was mega-nutz.
I've also noticed that all of the restaurants here are decided that coolness and sensuality are more important that the actual food. There's a sign in the hotel for a pan-asian place that features a sultry woman on all fours on top of this guy's table while she feeds him a tuna roll.
I walked by the place. There was no babe on the table action at all. It was full of a bunch of people who seemed more involved in the cool factor than the fact that they were eating half-sized portions of food that was likely coming from a nearby PF Chang's. Taking a big plate and putting an itty-bitty bit of food in the middle of it and then flinging mystery sauce (aka mustard+worshetchirestechestershire sauce) all around does not make the meal filling or even good. If I wanted to see random sauces flung around I'll go look at a Jackson Pollack exhibit.
Yes... I took the high road with that last line.
Anyway... Las Vegas is starting to feel like LA junior. I've never been to LA, so I don't even know if that's accurate. I've seen LA on TV and movies... and maybe that's what they're shooting for now. I don't like it really. I used to like the californication influence on Las Vegas. It made it much more relaxed of a place than the overly New Yorked Atlantic City where old money goes to die. The whole stinking town smell like Ben-Gay and slow death. I'm sure when I'm 76 I'll love the place. Hopefully they'll bury me under Trump Tower.
Lucky for me I have no plans to live that long. If I get to that battered of a state, I'll knock the regulator off of my oxygen tank, give the tank a hug and light it.
I'd suck to be the person who had to clean that room. Last laughs are all ways the best, I always say.
Actually, that's not true. I've never said that before in my life.
Ummmm.
By the way, I took the Colts over the Saints by 6. Hopefully that wasn't a boo-boo. I'm fresh out of do overs.