no viva las vegas
funniest moment of the trip so far by far was getting "the hangover" via jet blue's in-seat video entertainment completely by coincincence. yeah, it's not nearly so funny edited for broadcast, even on cable, but it's still funny. laugh out loud funny. me and the two frat boys in my little boys club row were driving the old bingo ladies around us crazy all the way out here.
the reality of vegas, of course, isn't very funny at all unless you're laughing at yourself for even being here. (it's work--what can a guy with bills do?) out my window here at the mgm grand i'm looking at a supremely silly "skyline" of faux new york, where the statue of liberty stands in front of a coney island-esque coaster that's nearly as tall, all in front of the citi building (really? long island city???), a little barely-visible wall street down below, and a bookended skyline mash-up with the empire state on one side and the chrysler on the other. too funny--as if new york wasn't enough of a caricature of itself in the first place.
on the other side of the street we have a faux magic kingdom beside an homage to the original tropicana, which, as far as my sensibilities go, is about the real-est thing out here. yeah, the hooters casino is still across the street, and the major-chord chiming of the slots never changes. welcome to in-sin-cere city.
ugh.
the entertainment options are, if anything, even worse. (yes, celine dion, is STILL milking that insipid song at big ticket prices for anyone who has not found it possible to throw up yet). my project for the afternoon, in between work sessions, is to locate whatever vegas offers to parody a hockey bar, and then plan to sit in it tonight until it's time to go home to prepare for work tomorrow.
or, when my buddies all arrive later, we'll go out. you never know. ;-)
the reality of vegas, of course, isn't very funny at all unless you're laughing at yourself for even being here. (it's work--what can a guy with bills do?) out my window here at the mgm grand i'm looking at a supremely silly "skyline" of faux new york, where the statue of liberty stands in front of a coney island-esque coaster that's nearly as tall, all in front of the citi building (really? long island city???), a little barely-visible wall street down below, and a bookended skyline mash-up with the empire state on one side and the chrysler on the other. too funny--as if new york wasn't enough of a caricature of itself in the first place.
on the other side of the street we have a faux magic kingdom beside an homage to the original tropicana, which, as far as my sensibilities go, is about the real-est thing out here. yeah, the hooters casino is still across the street, and the major-chord chiming of the slots never changes. welcome to in-sin-cere city.
ugh.
the entertainment options are, if anything, even worse. (yes, celine dion, is STILL milking that insipid song at big ticket prices for anyone who has not found it possible to throw up yet). my project for the afternoon, in between work sessions, is to locate whatever vegas offers to parody a hockey bar, and then plan to sit in it tonight until it's time to go home to prepare for work tomorrow.
or, when my buddies all arrive later, we'll go out. you never know. ;-)
posted by kad barma at 1:46 PM
3 Comments:
Culturally, I live in a phone booth with an unlisted number. I know who Celine Dion is—a Canadian singer with a nice voice. But what is the song to which you refer?
I have been to Vegas for work—twice—and once for an AA Conference, with my dear be-sainted Mother. When work involves you flying fighters for 35 days it is good wherever it is. The second time was a conference and it was paid for from Naples, Italy, and back, with a side trip to Ogden, Utah.
Welcome home.
REgards— — Cliff
Thanks for the kind welcome back. The song I meant is the one from the Titanic movie--"My Heart Will Go On" or whatever like that. Shall we say it's not my kind of music, and leave it at that?
And probably not mine.
Regards — Cliff
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