Rex's Las Vegas Lists

How To Spend Your Bachelor Weekend in Las Vegas (25 Do's and Don'ts)
March 2nd, 2010

30 Must Follow Rules For Any Las Vegas Casino Gambler - Part 2
February 24th, 2010

30 Must Follow Rules For Any Las Vegas Casino Gambler - Part 1
February 17th, 2010

Top 15: Las Vegas Spots Not Found on a Tourist Map
January 27th, 2010

Top 10: Epic Las Vegas Heists
January 12th, 2010

Top 10: Best Looking Las Vegas Cocktail Waitresses
January 4th, 2010

Top 10 Best Las Vegas Gaming Pits
December 8th, 2009

17 Things First Time Visitors Must Do in Las Vegas
November 23rd, 2009

15 Ways To Get Kicked Out of a Las Vegas Casino
November 9th, 2009


Rex's Las Vegas Blog

Word To Your Mother Earth
March 12th, 2010

Now, I've taken a lot of criticism for my "climate change" stance, but of all of the things I get criticized for, I consider these attacks to be the most unwarranted and unjustified.

In my mind, when people criticize me for making fun of global warming, it is akin to meth addicts with DARE bumper-stickers chastising me for my caffeine intake. It's irrational.

If one were to do a comprehensive audit of fully-functional 41 year old males in the USA (paraplegics probably use little gasoline), I would estimate that my personal lifetime carbon footprint would place me in the bottom ten percentile ... if not the bottom five.

I've always made it priority #1 to live where things were actually located. I've never "driven to work" on a daily basis. I've walked, biked, roller bladed, and taken the bus/subway ... but hour-long daily automobile commutes are a completely foreign concept to me. Driving in traffic feels like torture and I go to great lengths to avoid it.

Sure, I own a car now, but I've earned it. I paid my "carbon" dues in spades for damn near 35 years. I'm too banged up to self-propel myself quite as far as I used to. Especially in 110 degree temperatures. Still, personal drives of over 5 miles are uncommon, and I still overwhelmingly prefer the bus or the monorail. On a day-to-day basis, my "carbon footprint" is still probably 80% less than the average suburbanite's.

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How Long Is Your Yardstick?
March 11th, 2010

The LVCVA reported average daily rates as $99.75 while a major hotel-booking site reported them to be $79.

For those of you keeping score at home, the LVCVA is being 26% more optimistic than the private company. The private company also says that rates dropped 18% in 6 months, and the LVCVA says they only fell 4% in an entire year.

Who's right? Who's wrong?

Who knows?

The thing about stats is ... they usually lie.

Numbers are easy to throw out, and since few people have the resources or initiative to double-check them, you can more or less make numbers up and still sound plausible. Even if you do know absolutes, there are a myriad of ways to manipulate them to show what you want to prove. For example, the Visitor's Authority may have used a smaller starting number (104 vs. 109) to make the decrease look less dramatic.

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The Resurrexion
March 10th, 2010

I just got out of the hospital, and first let me say that I very much appreciate all of the well-wishes. I even appreciate some of the questionable-wishes, such as those opining that I had some venereal disease, and even the one person who took the time out of his day to email me a simple "I hope you die".

I'm sure the latter was not a unique sentiment, so kudos for having the courage to say what many others were surely thinking. And by courage, I mean "sending an unsigned email from an anonymous email account". It must have taken hours to work up the strength to do that.

Can you imagine Rosa Parks in 2010?

From: sweet_mama_chocolate87156@yahoo.com To: The Montgomery Transit Authority

I'm sick and tired of your discriminatory policies, and I'm not going to take it anymore. If you don't let black folks sit at the front of the bus, I'm gonna post all of your email addresses on alt.sex.bestiality and post pictures of your racist drivers on 4chan!"

The Black Panthers would probably coordinate wholly via Twitter, where uprisings would be routinely thwarted by "service unavailable" and "check out our latest deals!" messages. The 140 character limit would probably also lead to some confusion.

"We are sick and tired of the white devil keeping us down. If you are with us, fight the power and rally at the intersection of 181st Street and M..."

"Sorry, that last message was too long. We will be rallying at 181st Street and Market Avenue. We are mad as hell and will not take it anymore. Make sure you are there promptly at N..."

It's a good thing the civil rights movement happened 50 years ago.

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The Blind Leading the Blind
March 6th, 2010

This is exactly why I don't read fiction.

The truth is so much more bizarre.

On Thursday, President O'Drama signed the "Travel Promotion Act" into law.

This particular act is designed to convince people from other countries to vacation in the Unites Sates. The act will be funded by a $10 fee on all tourists to the U.S.

That's right, we will begin luring people to our great nation by charging them more money before they even set foot on our soil.

So far, so bad.

That's nowhere near the worst part, however.

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Life in the Slow Lane
March 4th, 2010

Earlier tonight, I engaged in a bit of ghetto gambling. This was not the "play at the Western" version of ghetto gambling, instead, it was the cheap person version. Ghetto gambling is gaming that has all the fun of gambling, without any of the risk or reward. My own personal rendition of ghetto gambling involves taking only $20 to a local casino (usually the Sahara or Stratosphere) without an ATM card or even a wallet. Then, I play along these lines: I start out with $20, and I begin playing at a $3 or $5 table. I play a few hands until I double up or lose 50%. Unfortunately, I do not tip during these minor sessions unless I go on a big streak, and even then it's no more than a couple of bucks. If I double up, I pocket $20, and then proceed to play with "free" money at whatever low-limit game I feel like playing. The worst I can do is break-even on the session. If I get dinged for 50% early, I go to the $1 BJ tables or nickel Video Poker machines. If I manage to double up at these tables or machines, I go back to a "higher" limit ($3-$5) BJ table and repeat the process. If I lose it all ... I stop playing. At times, I have been able to make a single $20 bill last two hours while ghetto gambling, while getting the occasional free drink in the process. Read more ...


Wackjack
March 2nd, 2010

"NASCAR Weekend" just wrapped up in Las Vegas, and following a new personal tradition, I spent a good part of the weekend at the Sahara.

Frankly, I've always found the Sahara's NASCAR theme to be somewhat unusual. It just doesn't seem to "fit" for some reason.

The Sahara is a desert-themed hotel with a rich and storied history (the Beatles stayed here during their first visit to Vegas), and I never really figured out how stock cars found their way into this paradigm. On any given day, you can stand outside and watch a race car roller coaster loop past the iconic neon camels. It's a very odd paring. Kind of like putting a gigantic poster of two Mormons facing the sinful Vegas Strip. As if that could happen.

Anyway, since the Sahara is ground zero for racing fans in Vegas, this is obviously one of the best places in town to spend a racing weekend ... second only to the track itself.

After walking to the casino and scoping out a prime Blackjack table on Saturday, I became slightly disillusioned with how the Sahara was conducting itself. While both $3 and $5 "real" Blackjack tables are standard offerings at the casino (which is part of why the property is endearing for me), the Sahara had converted at least half of their five dollar games to 6:5.

Given the loyal crowds, this seemed very opportunistic.

Look, I understand the laws of supply and demand, and I understand what most people consider to be "good business decisions". Americans think "capitalism" is synonymous with "greed", and they think that good capitalists need to "capitalize" on every customer.

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January 1st, 2008

New Year’s Eve on the Las Vegas Strip 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

Las Vegas Strip New Years Eve 2008

I went down to The Strip to catch the New Year’s festivities.

The only words that can really be used to describe the Las Vegas Strip on NYE is … complete and utter chaos.

This Vegas New Year crowd is second only to NYC’s Times Square in numbers, and frankly, I demand a recount.

I have been to Times Square many times on New Year’s Eve. I used to take the F train to Rockefeller Center, and then walk over to the square and watch the ball drop.

The last time I did this was when 1999 turned into 2000, and the new century dawned. I figured that the new century was a good last time to do Times Square.

And last night was a good last time to do The Strip on New Year’s Eve.

It was always extremely crowded in Times Square, but the New Year’s vibe in NYC and Las Vegas are complete and polar opposites. They are not even remotely comparable.

NYC is always very jovial and more often than not people are very friendly to each other. They may be drunk, but 99% of the time they are happy drunks.

The Vegas Strip is downright hostile. People fight and argue as much as they celebrate with each other. People are drunk, but they are often falling down, mean drunk. I typically don’t dig hanging out on The Strip on NYE. When I am in a hotel room or some private place, it’s cool … but it’s not much fun down on the street.

The cops in NYC will typically laugh and joke with you. The Las Vegas Metro Police yell and scream at you pretty much constantly.

But I went anyway. I have a horribly sprained ankle (which is 10x worse now), but I still jumped on the Monorail and made my way down. I got off at the Harrah’s Station because it was mid-strip and had a marquee.

Once I emerged from the casino and onto the street, the first thing I saw was cops breaking up two fights. Nice.

I stepped out into a group of “gangstas”.

As I was walking through, some 19-ish black girl rolled her neck, waved her finger, and declared “Oh no … don’ chu even think ’bout trying to come through here white boy”. Then she screamed to her boyfriend “Hey Devante’ (or Demetrius or something like that) … this white boy thinks he’s getting through here!”. Devante’ (or Demetrius) just looked at me and turned back around. He didn’t seem to be as upset by my presence as his ho’, so I just walked through as she was animatedly making the case to her friends as to why they should beat the shit out of me.

I didn’t say anything to any of them, or do anything to them … so I really don’t know where the anger came from. Maybe they thought I was going to hang out in the spot they had staked out, but I really had no intent of ringing in the New Year with the Rollin’ Compton Crips.

For whatever reason, there is always a heavier “thug” element here than there is in NYC.

Once I had gotten about 200 feet further south, it seemed that I was out of gang turf. I was now in completely-drunk-honky-land.

There was actually a large mix of everyone. One really drunk (and possibly crazy) dude came up to a cop and started shouting “Fuck You!” repeatedly in his face. I kid you not. I actually caught the very last bit of this exchange in the video above. You can see the cop yelling at the guy as he started backing off into the crowd. I didn’t want to get the camera out until I had staked a spot because it would have been quickly crushed given the amount of bumping I had to endure to get out onto the sidewalk and street. I wish I had gotten the exchange from the beginning because it was just bizarre.

Just angry, fighting people for the first 5 minutes I was there.

As it drew closer to midnight, people seemed to chill out. They started breaking out into song and cheers spontaneously. That was cool, but the vibe on The Strip was still very tense and chaotic compared to Times Square.

There were many characters as usual, and even a contingent of people trying to convert others to Jesus throughout the whole thing. Devante (or Demetrius) probably shot them.

I got to talking with people around me, and they seemed sort of happy, but tentative.

I talked to probably 50 or so people from all over the country, and most of them were really cool and just wanted to have a good time … but only a few of them seemed 100% comfortable.

One guy remarked that he thought that Harrah’s could do better with its large marquee screen , and I agreed. Throughout the fireworks, they displayed ads instead of something actually relevant to New Year’s. They should have made something special for the monitor, but it was just the usual ads for Rita Rudder, Total Rewards, etc.

One thing they did do is display a digital countdown.

And it was odd. They counted down from 30 to the New Year twice. As you can see from the video. The crowd was a little confused. They had two New Year countdowns in the span of one minute.

The fireworks had already started, and we did another 30 second countdown. You can see it in the video. I don’t know what happened there.

I could only see a portion of the fireworks on The Strip. As everyone knows, unless you can get a room on a high floor with a great Strip view (for $1,000) … the fireworks are always best viewed Off-Strip.

After 11pm it was so cold that I could barely operate the camera, and by 12:30am, I literally could not feel my hands at all, nor could I operate the camera anymore.

I tried to made my way back to the Harrah’s Station, and almost didn’t make it home.

The cops had set up a “pedestrian roadblock” and were doing key checks to get back into the casinos.

Cop: Do you have a room key?

Me: No, I am going to the Monorail.

Cop: You can only get into casinos if you have a room key.

Me: You can only get to the Monorail through casinos.

The cop looked completely confused as in “What’s a Monorail?”, and after 10 seconds contemplating the situation, he realized that his police training had never addressed this issue, so he said “Go ahead”. I was lucky. One of the more surly cops probably would have shot me … because I am pretty sure that the LVMPD handbook states “When in doubt, shoot.”.

This is a situation that the Monorail people need to address before urging people to “take the Monorail to the festivities!”

People who do this may not be able to get home from the festivities.

This also might explain why the Monorail was not very crowded. People probably couldn’t get to it after the fireworks unless they had an understanding and/or confused cop.

I’m also shocked that they would turn people away from a casino, but they did exactly this.

It’s fun when you are looking down from a room, a club, a rooftop, a balcony, etc … but unless you are completely blitzed and don’t care where you are, The Strip is simply not fun on New Year’s Eve in my humble opinion. It never has been for me, and last night sort of underscores why that is.

I did appreciate the company I had there last night as I did encounter many very cool people, but that is my last NYE on The Strip.

It’s quite a bit of hassle for little more than chaos, and with the street closures, long lines, and casino entry restrictions … you can’t fully enjoy the city.

Anyway, Happy New Year.

More photos from NYE:

http://www.vegasrex.com/photos/2008-new-years-eve-on-the-las-vegas-strip/

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