Fresh from another trip to Sin City, some observations about security theater, party girl dresses, and smoking at the pool — plus two good Italian restaurants I recommend.
I got into an elevator and noticed something I’ve rarely seen — a button for the 13th floor. Hurray for a nonsense-free building! Oh, wait, it’s a casino. Read more here.
Some leftover observations from my recent trip to the World Series Of Poker, including a suggestion for ride share drivers, a chip-runners heads-up, and table talk that should be allowed in one specific casino.
If you’re looking for the worst show you could see on the Vegas strip, I’ve found it. Surprising, considering how much I liked the first show from the same creative team. Here’s my review.
A few stories from my latest trip to the World Series Of Poker, and an explanation of why it will probably be my last for a while.
Unsurprisingly for noon on a June day in Vegas, it was hot, somewhere north of 90 degrees. Yet there’s something about sitting within 10 feet of a swimming pool that reduces the heat factor — or so I tell myself.
The guy who bet all his money ($85,000) on Tiger Woods winning the Masters — and claims it was his first bet ever — reminds me of my second-favorite Las Vegas joke, even though the outcome was different.
A few stories from another weekend in Vegas, including a visit to a Fan Cave, a confusing casino, a bad restaurant, and a pantsless tourist.