Vegas. I used to hate Vegas. It all seemed luck such a tourist trap and a money gouge - and it is. But I have never really tried to enjoy myself like I would in any other town. The gambling wears off quick. We won about enough to pay for our room and a couple meals. Then we spent twice as much partying.
Our goal was to rest by the pool for 3 days, but we spent all of about 3 hours by the pool. No rental car. We were going to taxi or walk, but instead we discovered the bus! The Deuce that roams the strip at about 2 miles an hour proved to be fairly good transportation. 7 bucks for 24 hours or 15 bucks for 3 days. At least no matter what happens, if you are close to the strip, you have a ride eventually.
We also scored a private driver to the Palomino. The Palomino is on the extreme north end of town, past the old downtown and the Fremont Experience, and on into North Las Vegas. But we had a blast at the Palomino, even if we blew a bunch of cash (and credit>)...
We got some cheap internet rooms at the Tuscany Suites. Not a bad place for the great price my wife got. But we decided from now on, we are headed for the old downtown. The Fremont Experience wasn't anything to write home about, but anyplace you can walk, semi drunk, and not have to worry about cars, listen to live bands rocking, step in and gamble, buy trinkets, etc, all at one place, is pretty cool. Cross over Las Vegas Blvd after youre done into the REAL part of town and check out the Griffin and the Beauty Shop. We stumbled onto some live music in a very casual setting.
Even google maps doesnt venture far down here. But let's face it, THIS is where you would hang out if you lived here....
The Strip is of course fun for oogling the tourists, if ya know whaddi mean... We saw the leather covered chopper in Vince Neil's Ink... It was definitely cool if impractical. For some reason, I decided I was too cool for my camera, and now I missed out on pics of the Leather bike and an even BETTER creation at the Hard Rock Hotel on display next to the HRH shops. Right next to the John Varvatos clothing store, or whatever the fuck it was. I saw a cool pair of shoes in there and I snuck in to check them out, before any sales people could hone in on me. Not bad, a quick glance at the price tag .... 848 bucks !?! WTF??? Over? Man a guy could by a frame for that price.... so I decided just to wear my own shoes until they were a cool, 'distressed' vintage leather.... fuck me to tears...
SO, I have no new pictures of cool bikes to share, today anyway.
Heading out we had a bite in Sammy Hagar's beach bar in the McCarran Airport. I didn't know it was a Sammy Hagar thing until I was sitting down and bludgeoned to death with the Sammy Hagar slide show. Talk about Pimp My Sammy.... !!! SO we got some nachos (the wife was jonesing and that was the reason we went in...). The nachos were for shit. Crummy chips, not like blue and white corn, just some cheap ass corn chips. I got a Marguerita. who can screw up a 'Rita? Well, it wasnt bad, mind you. Sammy has his own signature brand of Tequila... but when I realized I was charged 13 bucks.... I thought she billed me for two, then I thought maybe it was a double. Recheck the menu and... hmmm there are no prices on the 'Ritas.... well I'll be damned.... talk about caveat emptor... Anyway, it was a mediocre 8 buck marguerita. Talk about hype.
You know Vegas is about hype, nothing new there. But I think I spent about 18 minutes in the Hard Rock. I've been to the Hard Rock in Cairo and it was a cool place. Pretty small with cool memorabilia on the walls. This place was massive and impersonal, but man, the fucking POSERS.... everywhere. I mean, afterall, it's just a casino.... Staying there or playing there doesnt make you Angelina.... hell I doubt she would be caught dead there...
But this idea that I might go to a restaurant because it has the name of a rockstar... or stay someplace just because it is expensive or has some name association... that is just plain dumb. I just because you make great music doesnt mean you know shit about tacos... Just because Elvis was the King, and he owned caddys and Harleys doesnt mean he could wrench on them. Well, let's not bring Elvis into this, he hasn't done anything wrong....
So, it's time I get this off the ground. I have a couple blogs, but I'm done with them. I'm done with politics. I want to spend some time with shit that makes me happy, not aggravated. Anymore than computers aggravate just by existing...
....... hang in there
~mike
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Our goal was to rest by the pool for 3 days, but we spent all of about 3 hours by the pool. No rental car. We were going to taxi or walk, but instead we discovered the bus! The Deuce that roams the strip at about 2 miles an hour proved to be fairly good transportation. 7 bucks for 24 hours or 15 bucks for 3 days. At least no matter what happens, if you are close to the strip, you have a ride eventually.
We also scored a private driver to the Palomino. The Palomino is on the extreme north end of town, past the old downtown and the Fremont Experience, and on into North Las Vegas. But we had a blast at the Palomino, even if we blew a bunch of cash (and credit>)...
We got some cheap internet rooms at the Tuscany Suites. Not a bad place for the great price my wife got. But we decided from now on, we are headed for the old downtown. The Fremont Experience wasn't anything to write home about, but anyplace you can walk, semi drunk, and not have to worry about cars, listen to live bands rocking, step in and gamble, buy trinkets, etc, all at one place, is pretty cool. Cross over Las Vegas Blvd after youre done into the REAL part of town and check out the Griffin and the Beauty Shop. We stumbled onto some live music in a very casual setting.
Even google maps doesnt venture far down here. But let's face it, THIS is where you would hang out if you lived here....
The Strip is of course fun for oogling the tourists, if ya know whaddi mean... We saw the leather covered chopper in Vince Neil's Ink... It was definitely cool if impractical. For some reason, I decided I was too cool for my camera, and now I missed out on pics of the Leather bike and an even BETTER creation at the Hard Rock Hotel on display next to the HRH shops. Right next to the John Varvatos clothing store, or whatever the fuck it was. I saw a cool pair of shoes in there and I snuck in to check them out, before any sales people could hone in on me. Not bad, a quick glance at the price tag .... 848 bucks !?! WTF??? Over? Man a guy could by a frame for that price.... so I decided just to wear my own shoes until they were a cool, 'distressed' vintage leather.... fuck me to tears...
SO, I have no new pictures of cool bikes to share, today anyway.
Heading out we had a bite in Sammy Hagar's beach bar in the McCarran Airport. I didn't know it was a Sammy Hagar thing until I was sitting down and bludgeoned to death with the Sammy Hagar slide show. Talk about Pimp My Sammy.... !!! SO we got some nachos (the wife was jonesing and that was the reason we went in...). The nachos were for shit. Crummy chips, not like blue and white corn, just some cheap ass corn chips. I got a Marguerita. who can screw up a 'Rita? Well, it wasnt bad, mind you. Sammy has his own signature brand of Tequila... but when I realized I was charged 13 bucks.... I thought she billed me for two, then I thought maybe it was a double. Recheck the menu and... hmmm there are no prices on the 'Ritas.... well I'll be damned.... talk about caveat emptor... Anyway, it was a mediocre 8 buck marguerita. Talk about hype.
You know Vegas is about hype, nothing new there. But I think I spent about 18 minutes in the Hard Rock. I've been to the Hard Rock in Cairo and it was a cool place. Pretty small with cool memorabilia on the walls. This place was massive and impersonal, but man, the fucking POSERS.... everywhere. I mean, afterall, it's just a casino.... Staying there or playing there doesnt make you Angelina.... hell I doubt she would be caught dead there...
But this idea that I might go to a restaurant because it has the name of a rockstar... or stay someplace just because it is expensive or has some name association... that is just plain dumb. I just because you make great music doesnt mean you know shit about tacos... Just because Elvis was the King, and he owned caddys and Harleys doesnt mean he could wrench on them. Well, let's not bring Elvis into this, he hasn't done anything wrong....
So, it's time I get this off the ground. I have a couple blogs, but I'm done with them. I'm done with politics. I want to spend some time with shit that makes me happy, not aggravated. Anymore than computers aggravate just by existing...
....... hang in there
~mike
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