The Accidental Tourist
Vega$.
Until today, despite my living in close proximity for over 8 years, I had never visited Las Vegas. I mainly attribute this to 2 things-
a. I have no interest in gambling.
b. I am lame.
But Fate, that gimpy but lovable whore, decreed that I do a gig in Sin City, so it was off to Burbank Airport to trudge past that horrifying statue of Amelia Earhart and hop on a plane. Well, hop on a plane AFTER THEY EVACUATED THE ENTIRE FUCKING TERMINAL BECAUSE SOME DOUCHE-BAG CAME IN THE "OUT" DOOR. Nice job, bag-o-douche.
My cab driver to the hotel, Bob, spent parts of his youth growing up in Valparaiso, Indiana, not far from my childhood home in Crown Point. Bob also went to great lengths to point out how the 8 years of peace and economic prosperity of the Clinton Years were offensive to him.
"Thank God we replaced Slick Willie with a retarded, pig-fucking fascist!" said Bob.
Bob didn't really say that. But it would of been super-awesome if he had.
The Palms Hotel & Casino also, oddly enough, has a world-class recording facility in it with the imaginative name Studio At The Palms. What it lacks in Cool-Naminess it certainly makes up for in terms of sound and service. I highly recommend it to the 2 audio professionals who might actually read this.
With the session successfully wrapped, I decided to explore a little since I had to fly out the next morning. Since most people are not lame like me and have actually been to Vegas before, a long litany of the obvious is unnecessary. But here are a few things-
- There's something uniquely American about being really and truly entranced with a mini-Eiffel Tower when one has actually been to Paris. I couldn't look away.
- If there is such a thing as a Critical Mass of Comb-Overs, it will occur here. And it will be UG. LY.
- Wanna fuck with those guys distributing handbills? When they start their pitch ("So, where ya from?"), put on a very befuddled look and your best English Stage accent and reply, "I am from Narnia. What IS this place?"
Can. I. Get. A. WOOT?
Until today, despite my living in close proximity for over 8 years, I had never visited Las Vegas. I mainly attribute this to 2 things-
a. I have no interest in gambling.
b. I am lame.
But Fate, that gimpy but lovable whore, decreed that I do a gig in Sin City, so it was off to Burbank Airport to trudge past that horrifying statue of Amelia Earhart and hop on a plane. Well, hop on a plane AFTER THEY EVACUATED THE ENTIRE FUCKING TERMINAL BECAUSE SOME DOUCHE-BAG CAME IN THE "OUT" DOOR. Nice job, bag-o-douche.
My cab driver to the hotel, Bob, spent parts of his youth growing up in Valparaiso, Indiana, not far from my childhood home in Crown Point. Bob also went to great lengths to point out how the 8 years of peace and economic prosperity of the Clinton Years were offensive to him.
"Thank God we replaced Slick Willie with a retarded, pig-fucking fascist!" said Bob.
Bob didn't really say that. But it would of been super-awesome if he had.
The Palms Hotel & Casino also, oddly enough, has a world-class recording facility in it with the imaginative name Studio At The Palms. What it lacks in Cool-Naminess it certainly makes up for in terms of sound and service. I highly recommend it to the 2 audio professionals who might actually read this.
With the session successfully wrapped, I decided to explore a little since I had to fly out the next morning. Since most people are not lame like me and have actually been to Vegas before, a long litany of the obvious is unnecessary. But here are a few things-
- There's something uniquely American about being really and truly entranced with a mini-Eiffel Tower when one has actually been to Paris. I couldn't look away.
- If there is such a thing as a Critical Mass of Comb-Overs, it will occur here. And it will be UG. LY.
- Wanna fuck with those guys distributing handbills? When they start their pitch ("So, where ya from?"), put on a very befuddled look and your best English Stage accent and reply, "I am from Narnia. What IS this place?"
Can. I. Get. A. WOOT?
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