After picking up a few things at Fashion Show Mall on Monday, I cruised across the street to the New Frontier to take what may be some of my personal final interior shots of the place before the implosion … unless I pump a few more quarters into the Sigma Derby Machine (although I prefer the one at the MGM).
Below are some die-hard slot jockeys. Not sure if they are bothering to use their player’s cards.
The beautiful pool. The crowd was overwhelming.
Relics of the hi-brow culture that will be missed by all. “Dirty Girls … Cold Beer”. The mere phrase brings a nostalgic tear to my eye.
Everybody looks thrilled to be there, from the dealers to the waitresses to the customers. You could cut the excitement with … oh hell, there was no excitement.
Nothing says “You’ve Arrived!” like room numbers written in crayon.
And of course, probably the only thing that will be missed … the beloved Sigma Derby Machine. The surly old drunk guy at the end made it feel like an actual day at the racetrack.
I was at the Frontier the same day you took these pix. I was probably right there when you took them. It was my last visit to the place I have stayed for 27 years. Even though it was old and run down (which actually didn’t get really run down till these past couple of years) the treatment my old friends at the Frontier gave me could not be found elsewhere for my level of play. I stayed at other places on the strip but always returned to the Frontier. The crowds and foot traffic are too much in those larger places. I guess I’ll now have to move to an off strip hotel. Just wanted to point out that the room numbers written in crayon are because folks have stolen the room number plaques. The plaques were all there in April when I visited and before the announcement that the Frontier had been sold. I have to say, I also “obtained” a few final Frontier souveniers to add to my collection. I will miss the Frontier and all my friends there. Best of luck to them all!