Skanks and Hookers and Wrestlers, Oh My!
There was originally more to this post, but Blogger fucked me on the upload and when I tried to recover it wouldn't. Below is a recreation of the original post, but this one comes with less fee-ring. Eh.
So we flew out Saturday morning to Vegas. Not that I spend much time outdoors while there, but this was probably the best weather I've ever experienced in Vegas. Very nice. If you visited there during a time like this I could see how you might consider moving to Vegas would be a good idea.
Anyway we got in around 1PM made our way to the Grand Lux Cafe at the Venetian for lunch. They have a great BLT and being really hungry probably helped a bit too. After that we took a quick cab ride to the luxurious Saint Tropez Hotel Suites. I won't go into the "suites" issue as the fool lover likes to discourse about that one, but I will say that while not fancy they did get the job done. The room we had was slightly "tired", but it did it's job well and I would consider staying there again. FYI for anyone that does stay there. While the pronunciation of Saint Tropez is "san-tro-pay" you'd be well advised to call it the "san-tro-pez" or better yet the hotel across from the Hardrock as no one seemed to know what or where a "san-tro-pay" was. As a side note it was kinda fun to pull up and see Rosanna sittin' out in the car while Mike was checking in. Great timing.
After getting settled we all headed over to the Hofbrau Haus just down on the corner for some brew and veeners. I opted for the potato pancakes. Bad move. They sucked. I know how to make potato pancakes and these, well, while technically still being potatoes and flattened into pancakes were nothing of the sort. I'm pretty sure the Germans would be willing to try for a third time if they realized these were being pawned off as German potato pancakes. If these really were representative of German potato pancakes though it's no wonder they lost. Twice.
So after consuming all the consumables, und die Wurst waren gut, we crossed the street and headed for the Hardrock. $20 and five minutes later I quit roulette for the night. I just wasn't feeling it. From that point on it was watching for me. Watching others play. Watching the scenery go by. Watching. Imelda did manage to steal some winnings back from a slot machine so that was nice. We spent the next few hours enjoying ourselves and then via a mutual decision it was nap time. We agreed to meet back at the Hardrock at 10.
So we finally rolled in closer to 11 and picked up where we left off. At this point though the type and quantity of scenery had changed. I don't believe there was any other type of female costume there except skimpy. Shucks. You can get an idea of what was there based on the crappy picture on the right. I didn't manage to get a picture of the wrestlers or the male gymnasts, sorry ladies. Unfortunately we left the real camera back at the room so all I had was my phone. Oh well. There should be some pictures sometime soon over at Rosanna's.
We continued to rock the night away and at some point early that morning we headed back to the "suites". What seemed to be a short while later we were up once again, after the maid came by at least twice trying to hurry us up, and headed to airport. I will say it was nice to be able to fly in and out of Vegas and be to recover from the nights revelry in my own home. It was definitely a great way to spend a Halloween weekend.
So we flew out Saturday morning to Vegas. Not that I spend much time outdoors while there, but this was probably the best weather I've ever experienced in Vegas. Very nice. If you visited there during a time like this I could see how you might consider moving to Vegas would be a good idea.
Anyway we got in around 1PM made our way to the Grand Lux Cafe at the Venetian for lunch. They have a great BLT and being really hungry probably helped a bit too. After that we took a quick cab ride to the luxurious Saint Tropez Hotel Suites. I won't go into the "suites" issue as the fool lover likes to discourse about that one, but I will say that while not fancy they did get the job done. The room we had was slightly "tired", but it did it's job well and I would consider staying there again. FYI for anyone that does stay there. While the pronunciation of Saint Tropez is "san-tro-pay" you'd be well advised to call it the "san-tro-pez" or better yet the hotel across from the Hardrock as no one seemed to know what or where a "san-tro-pay" was. As a side note it was kinda fun to pull up and see Rosanna sittin' out in the car while Mike was checking in. Great timing.
After getting settled we all headed over to the Hofbrau Haus just down on the corner for some brew and veeners. I opted for the potato pancakes. Bad move. They sucked. I know how to make potato pancakes and these, well, while technically still being potatoes and flattened into pancakes were nothing of the sort. I'm pretty sure the Germans would be willing to try for a third time if they realized these were being pawned off as German potato pancakes. If these really were representative of German potato pancakes though it's no wonder they lost. Twice.
So after consuming all the consumables, und die Wurst waren gut, we crossed the street and headed for the Hardrock. $20 and five minutes later I quit roulette for the night. I just wasn't feeling it. From that point on it was watching for me. Watching others play. Watching the scenery go by. Watching. Imelda did manage to steal some winnings back from a slot machine so that was nice. We spent the next few hours enjoying ourselves and then via a mutual decision it was nap time. We agreed to meet back at the Hardrock at 10.
So we finally rolled in closer to 11 and picked up where we left off. At this point though the type and quantity of scenery had changed. I don't believe there was any other type of female costume there except skimpy. Shucks. You can get an idea of what was there based on the crappy picture on the right. I didn't manage to get a picture of the wrestlers or the male gymnasts, sorry ladies. Unfortunately we left the real camera back at the room so all I had was my phone. Oh well. There should be some pictures sometime soon over at Rosanna's.
We continued to rock the night away and at some point early that morning we headed back to the "suites". What seemed to be a short while later we were up once again, after the maid came by at least twice trying to hurry us up, and headed to airport. I will say it was nice to be able to fly in and out of Vegas and be to recover from the nights revelry in my own home. It was definitely a great way to spend a Halloween weekend.
posted by Little Kenny at 10/31/2005 11:31:00 PM
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The costume mayhem continued Sunday night as well. We got the added bonus of witnessing a totally wasted dude get onto the Harley that sits at the entrance inside the Hard Rock Casino (it's on a pedestal about 4ft off the ground). He threw off his shoes and wallet among the roulette & blackjack tables and managed to stay on the bike for 1 minute before 1 bouncer dragged him off. Then he came back in for more about 15 minutes later, got back on the Harley and stayed on for about 2 minutes before 4 bouncers dragged him off again to his demise.
I LOVE VEGAS!!! :)
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