Power outtage @
Rio just as dinner
was ending. Very dark
XXXXXXX.[What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. And that's all I'll say about this note. —Editor]
The Wynn: the Disneyfication
of European Elegance.
Notes from page 44 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook
The buffet was huge and we spent quite a bit of time running around gathering food and stuffing our faces. Just as we were getting ready to leave the power at the Rio goes out.
Casinos are never quiet—at the very least there is the background radiation of a casino is the constant din of “Money money money money money” from the slot machines (next time you're there—just listen to them—I swear they say “Money money money money money”) and the they're lit so you can easily make your way through the maze of beckoning gambling games, but a dark and silent casino?
Nothing is scarier than a dark and quiet casino. For perhaps a full ten to fifteen seconds there's total quiet then the slot zombies come shambling out. “Slots …. slooooottttttsssssss.” Fortunately for us, we had the buffet chairs to fend off the slot zombies as we made our way outside.
The title for this installment comes from the observation I made about The Wynn, where we headed to calm down after the attack of the slot zombies. Yes, the Wynn is very elegant. But it has this … Disneyesque feel about the place. Heck, most of modern Las Vegas has this Disneyesque feel about it, now that I think about it.
What was interesting about this day last year is that I have the most notes (a full twenty pages) from today, but that Hoade and I really didn't do anything today. We hung around the hotel room for several hours, then went out to visit a bunch of casinos the in the area.
Hoade in front of Disneyesque European Elegance.
Guy sleeping in the doorway of
the unused entryway of the
restaurant. Dad and I had
The waitress was a bit snarky.
Kid on a leash. What is that
telling the kid? What does that
say about the parent? Why
would parents bring kids to
this place [Las Vegas —Editor] anyway?
Plane after plane after plane
is landing at the airport.
I've seen a dozen planes in
a few moments.
Notes from page 45 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook
I think we were both getting burned out by this point, as we had already done everything we wanted to do on this working vacation (Hoade came to Las Vegas as research for a book he was writing. Since he's never been and I had, he tagged me to come along with him).
Me, in front some Disneyesque European Elegance.
A really large and obnoxious
American is bitching about the
size of the $595 prime rib.
He is about as tall standing as
he is lying down.
I may have to write a simulation
of Keno, just to get a feel for
the odds. Although the payouts
are probably the odds.
Hoade and I pretended to play
Keno. 20 # out of 80 are selected
the player can select up to 15.
There is a variation where you
win quite a lot for getting
0 #s. Hoade and I still
Notes from page 46 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook
Most of the notes I took today were personal in nature, observations about Las Vegas, the band playing at the Hôtel San Rémo that night, that type of thing.
Thoughts on Vegas:
- Heard that Lake Meade
is 40′–75′ below normal.
How much longer can Vegas
survive? Once Lake Meade
Hoover Dam go, there goes
Vegas (unless they go
nuclear, but they better go
soon, and that only solves
the electricity problem,
no the water problem.)
- Casino revenues are going
down, even as they build
more and more casinos.
Is Vegas dead even before
Lake M. goes?
Notes from page 60 of the “Viva Lost Wages” notebook.
That last note reminds me of Easter Island—the natives built larger and larger heads to bring favor back from the gods as their habitat slowly died around them.
Yup, this day was a rather depressing day in Las Vegas.