Vegas 2011 Part 14
Like any good Hotels which miss out floor 13 I will missing out Part 13 of my blog. I’m not superstitious but, hey! Why take a chance.
(The Rio has a floor 13, I know I have stopped on it and had the worse trip to Vegas ever. I did say good Hotels!)
Monday 27th June
Vegas is far more than just casinos nowadays. They have found far more ways to relieve the unsuspecting visitor of they’re hard earned cash. The clever people of Vegas realised that when visiting , all common sense and self preservation instincts the average person possesses simply vanish the moment they hit town. People come here to simply to reduce their net worth in some form or another.
Everyone one know the phrase;
“What goes in Vegas, stays in Vegas!”
What you don’t know is they are talking about the money, everything else can piss off back to where it came from.
This is why the place is crammed with fancy restaurants, massive night clubs and glitzy shows. They can charge way, way over the odds for all of these things. Cos when people come to Vegas they have lost all concept of Money from the second they arrive until the second they leave. Where else can you go out and receive a four figure bill for drinks or food and think “well, that’s not too bad”. The realisation of what you have done becomes even more clear when the credit card bill falls through the door in a few weeks time. This memory sticks with you for a long time after. That is of course until you plan your next trip.
( I know people with 5 figure bills for drinks alone, and it wasn’t a 1 at the front of it I can tell ya!)
Another thing Vegas has to offer is the immense array of designer cloths and jewellery stores. Some are mega stores. Tiffany’s for instance, has opened a multi story shop which would compete in square footage with a small town Tesco. If diamonds are so rare how the hell do you fill something this size full of the damn things.
When people are in Vegas they want to spend money. And when hubby is gambling wifey want to spend hubbys money. If he’s winning, cool! It’s like a freebie. If he’s losing well it’s easily justified, because if he can lose that much gambling wifey can spend the same on cloths and shiney things.
Sales are rare in Vegas, your average shopper doesn’t want cheap things. Cheap things put them off. If a store was to run adverts saying “50% Mark up on all items” I suspect the queue would be out the door. (And the blackjack tables crammed)
A friend of mine’s wife, who’s name I won’t mention, once went to a sale in Vegas and spent literally thousands on jewellery and designer hang bags. She rationalized the spending by stating the more she spent the more she saved Kev.
It’s not its not to say Vegas is overly expensive, in fact I would say compared to Oxford street I suspect it is quite reasonable. That’s because we live in Britian. Compare Vegas to the rest of the states and it is pricey. And the nearer to the strip the shop is the more expense it is.
Today I needed to do some shopping. Not only do I need more jeans but also new glasses. I should have known how bad I was going to run yesterday when my glasses fell apart in my hand while cleaning them before sitting in the cash game. I have a few options. One is the “Fashion Show Mall”. Situated right on the middle of the strip opposite the Wynn, you just know it will not be the cheapest of places. I don’t thinks so. As I have a car I drive out to the Premium outlet stores. I find the Levi shop and hunt around for an optician. Nothing! If I needed sun glasses I had about 20 stores to choose from, prescription lenses no chance. I asked someone for help and they told me where there was one. “The Fashion Show Mall”. OBVIOUSLY!
I park in the underground car park in the red section and head upstairs to find it. The place is about the size of Leeds and after asking direction I discover I could not have parked further away. After a brief 20 minutes walk I find the place and hand over my broken pair so they can copy the lenses. As you would suspect there are no NHS style specs here. $450 later he tells me my glasses would be ready in an hour.
I have to get Karl and Nicks dinner on after their tough day on the golf course so head back to the condo. I will make someone a nice wife one day.
On my way out the opticians spot a set of stairs that say “green parking”. Obviously I can avoid a long walk when I return in an hour or two for my new specs.
When I return I enter the car park from the opposite end of the Mall. I figure as I walked the full length of the place surely the green section must be “Just there”. After 10 minutes driving around (underground I might add) I finally see something I recognise. “Red Parking”. Bollox looks like I’m walking again.
I then go straight to the Venetian to try and cover the costs of my impromptu spending spree. I lost aces to 77 (no all in, I managed to lose the minimum) and twice I make a queen high flush but losing to a king high flush. (Only 3 to a suit on the board, we both flopped one, and I managed to lose the maximum). The only decent pot I recall was flopping a set of sevens but didn’t really get paid off. Despite this I finished $425 in profit. Mainly due to a guy who may win my favourite player of the year award. He played every hand. I mean every hand. If there was a 3 bet, no problem he called. He beat me in one pot where he called a 8x bet in the SB with 93 off suit. However he could not lose, and every time he made a hand he got paid off and was around 5 or 6k up. I managed to get the seat on his left. The drool was probably visibly dribbling down my chip. I pay my next half hour fee and go for a quick ciggy ready for a very late night. To my dismay he was racking his chips up when I returned and leaving with his profits. As did everyone else funny enough. SIGH!