tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post3545399260693240154..comments2023-11-03T06:02:02.128-07:00Comments on By Ken Levine: Who needs France when you have Las Vegas?By Ken Levinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305293821975250420noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-28386825922212353672010-03-30T10:58:23.297-07:002010-03-30T10:58:23.297-07:00"Nuclear Winter" sky - LOL!! Thanks for ..."Nuclear Winter" sky - LOL!! Thanks for a very entertaining post. Just to set the record strait RE: Tab choir - not true, (but, funny). Perhaps only place that tops Vegas for tacky heathanism would be Dubai...fun subect to post about first-hand, if you happen to come into about $20 grand in the near future. :-)<br />Cheers, MoSopMormon Sopranohttp://mormonsopran.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-39090207292524241062010-03-29T18:01:14.009-07:002010-03-29T18:01:14.009-07:00Ken, you are being too hard on yourself referring ...Ken, you are being too hard on yourself referring to yourself as one of the "Pep Boys", however, now that I think about it...there is a resemblance. I can't remember, are you Manny, Moe, or Jack?Jeffrey Leonardnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-89370418241650854652010-03-28T15:48:18.471-07:002010-03-28T15:48:18.471-07:00On behalf of all my fellow Las Vegasns, thank you ...On behalf of all my fellow Las Vegasns, thank you for visiting our fair city (and especially thank you if you left some money behind!) Your description of the unbelievably tacky interior of the Paris Casino is spot on. <br /><br />Thanks for bringing up the black sock/flip-flop/wife beater clad tourists. Why do all you visitors lose your sense of fashion when you arrive here? Is there a sign at McCarran telling you to change into your "Vegas Tourist Costumes"?CindyLVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04123815678324617627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-2717297786545779102010-03-28T10:49:49.483-07:002010-03-28T10:49:49.483-07:00I remember this hotel on the Girls Next Door where...I remember this hotel on the Girls Next Door where each room had a different theme. Rainforest, Cave, Beach, Golf, Love etc. Seemed pretty cool.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-37103443711808907612010-03-28T10:14:20.925-07:002010-03-28T10:14:20.925-07:00Pai Gow is the slowest table game in existence. I...Pai Gow is the slowest table game in existence. I was in Vegas two weeks ago, someone sat down and asked me how I was doing: "This is the only bet I've placed...and that was 20 minutes ago."<br /><br />If you want cheap free booze, sit down at Pai Gow and ask to play the House Way. They'll set up your cards for you. You'll lose about one hand an hour. And they'll still bring you free drink.Joe W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16894632241919894237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-6510146276655312862010-03-28T08:34:31.851-07:002010-03-28T08:34:31.851-07:00Ken, this was one of your best...I laughed out lou...Ken, this was one of your best...I laughed out loud! (true)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-58220967872894490822010-03-28T02:11:28.178-07:002010-03-28T02:11:28.178-07:00But still Paris is one of the best places that tou...But still Paris is one of the best places that tourists most visit.gihhttp://get-infoz.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-88034560990098664772010-03-27T23:32:17.046-07:002010-03-27T23:32:17.046-07:00Loved the urinal remark. So true. Hell, I loved th...Loved the urinal remark. So true. Hell, I loved the whole blog entry, as usual. My favorite remark about the French is that they're so screwed up they fight with their feet and fuck with their face. Then there's the national aversion to deodorant and hairy armpits on women. Otherwise, Paris is a lovely city.Cap'n Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11783977137812876489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-1435560780396584592010-03-27T23:10:48.265-07:002010-03-27T23:10:48.265-07:00Liberté, Equalité, Liberacé
Monet / Money, heh. ...<b>Liberté, Equalité, Liberacé</b><br /><br /><i>Monet / Money</i>, heh. I think those may have been the same flip-flop tourists who passed on the Rodin show, because they wanted to wait for the travelling Godzilla exhibit.<br /><br />I see the comments aren’t exactly pouring in. I guessing it’s because most of this crowd were cleaned out at the table commenting the first time. <br /><br />So what’s the over/under on it not being too late for a Sandra Bullock observation/anecdote? Sorry but I’ve been under a sink with monkey wrenches for most of the day.<br /><br />The only time I almost met Sandra Bullock was at a loud rock performance at the Gypsy Tearoom bar in Dallas. I was standing right next to her up against the stage watching the band – I’m not certain but I think they might have been “The Scabs” – and wondering why they don’t provide seats at these kinds of small club venues. <br /><br />There were two reasons why I didn’t bother the good woman, neither of which had anything to do with any right to privacy. <br /> <br />The first was, what would be the point? I couldn’t hear myself, what were the chances that I’d come across as anything but some old dude lip synching some lame comment as to not knowing wtf I was doing in a crowd half my age. The other reason, was at the time, my son Tyler was inquiring as to whether or not she’d consider being in the SMU student film he was directing. Why she politely declined I’ll never know. But right there I think it contradicts the conventional wisdom that the woman may lack a degree of judgment. <br /><br />Anyway she was just standing there, totally demure and unassuming, like the rest of us, who also hadn’t bothered with hair/and makeup, or even dressing up, just being really, and I mean really ordinary, grooving to the performer on stage. <br /><br />The point here being how that air of unassumption contrasted with the raging and somewhat suggestive lyrics of the hirsute Austin (grunge? funk? punk?) rocker on stage – Bob Schneider, whom Ms. Bullock just happened to have been dating for two years. (Yes I realize this would have been a better anecdote had the love interest been Rob “Deuce Bigelow I & II” Schneider; but I think I can get to the same conclusion with the lesser evil. <br /><br />Not having any precognition of a Jesse James in the Bullock future, most of the folks I know thought this was already a Felix and Oscar odd couple. Now maybe it was the odd circumstance of their both being from Austin and both having mothers who were former German opera singers (I looked it up as soon as we got home) --- I mean what are the chances? Sort of the way I always thought Jane Fonda and Ted Turner might have hit it off at an exclusive singles club for the children of suicidal parents.<br /><br />But I just assume there’s just some attraction to folks who appear to be “bad boys” on the surface and an ability to see the good in them. (It turns out the guy did have talent, and some nicely introspective pieces too.) So it’s not inconsistent to have apparently seen the same in the tattooed biker whose prior marriage had been to an almost equally heavily tattooed, formerly imprisoned, tax dodging porn star. In the words of the late Pat Paulsen, “Picky, picky, picky.”<br /><br />My take is if you think the woman is talented, and more importantly, smart, as I do, then there really did have to be something there. As for the sequential infidelity messiness, the simplest explanation might be that under all that ink, there may be many redeeming features, and he’s a guy with a penis. I’m not too sure that with JJ, it’s not one of those situations of there but for the grace of God… and an absence of imagination and opportunity. Forget all this sex addiction counseling, tearful regrets, etc. If they'd just let us enter a plea with "Hey, we're guys,alright?" there'd be a lot less fuss. Isn't that the way they do it in both the real and Vegas/faux Frances? At least that’s my story.A. Buck Shorthttp://roger-burke.dailykos.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-66441408625568866472010-03-27T21:55:00.669-07:002010-03-27T21:55:00.669-07:00I remember staying at Paris in June 2003, a few mo...I remember staying at Paris in June 2003, a few months after the start of the Iraq War, when even french fries had a bad name. Taking a break from the locust din of the slot machines I went walking outside the hotel, admiring the recreations of the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the facade of the Gare d'Orsay. Over the entrance of the hotel the US flag was proudly on display, but the flagpole next to it was empty - of course the hotel thought it could disguise its French connections and maintain the business of the patriots if it hid the Tricolour. How sad, the one city in the US with a deep appreciation of the Moulin Rouge, the Lido, and the Crazy Horse turning its back!mental linthttp://mental-lint.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-55959525720332597822010-03-27T20:33:52.412-07:002010-03-27T20:33:52.412-07:00I've never understood the appeal Vegas has for...I've never understood the appeal Vegas has for some people (I've still never been there) and your comments did nothing to change that. I see enough tackiness without even leaving the Valley. Were you serious when you said the women there were beautiful? Seems at odds with the whole black sock/flip-flop/wife beater aspect...Ianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16688301329863871296noreply@blogger.com