Vegas' slogan for a few dozen years has been What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. That may not be so true in the modern era of social media and cell phones in the hand of every visitor that passes through this entertainment hub. The evidence of deeds untold is on someone's camera gallery. Did the scenes of the bachelor or bachelorette party end up as digital images? One might ponder the night's activities and sort out the details and the photographer by checking friend's Facebook or Instagram posts. Either way, I'm am sure it was all in good fun, at least for the time being. As a cab driver, I see and hear some toe-curling tales as I transport people to and fro across the Strip Corridor. Some stories I just cannot pass on. They are crude examples of human behavior and I chalk it up to the stupid things people do while they are here.
During the club hours, I see lovely ladies scattered across the hotel entrances. They are stunning. They are dressed to the nines and drifting along as gracefully as their high heels will allow them, but there are those few that appear as if they are wearing heels for the very first time. I once saw a girl fall of PLATFORM heels three times while in the crosswalk at the front of Bellagio. The first time she hit her knees. The second and third time she simply fell sideways a bit but kept her balance. Just remember that someone may have a video shoot featuring YOU if you happen to stumble along your tour of Vegas.
At the close of the clubs, I have seen these same beauties wheeled out in wheelchairs because they got a little too drunk. I've seen them painfully tip toe along because their feet were screaming in pain from the torturous shoes. I've seen them escape the front doors only to dive head first into garbage cans to wretch the nights indulgence, exposing their bottom to all in observance. Class acts, girls. Mind you, they did look absolutely fabulous at the beginning of the evening.
Keep it in check. Pace yourselves. Wear flats. I promise you will look just as beautiful. The added plus here is you won't suffer ankle injuries falling off your shoes... for now It's Party Time in Las Vegas!
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EDC 2016 just wrapped up and the sets are being torn down, the party goers are aching from the three day dance fest and indulgence. The cleaning crews are sweeping up confetti and the trucks are shipping the DJs to the next scheduled appearance. It is a spectacle of color and sound, The Electric Daisy Carnival. There are rides and stunning displays. The crowd is just as curious as the event decor. There are fireworks and flames. Fairies and unicorns. It is a blend of sight and sound dedicated to the celebration of the human spirit. It has also been a major summer scene in Vegas.
The first time I saw the ladies flitting around in the white bikinis and tutus I thought there was a costume party no one knew about. We quickly learned what EDC was all about. We'd like to thank those visitors for bringing their unique presence to our city and bringing your special style with you. It was an entertaining event all around.
June 14, 2016 - This morning marks a turning point on the north end of the Las Vegas Strip. A historical moment was recorded by hundreds of locals and a few dozen visitors alike. News teams rallied for their position on the surface and in the skies overhead via helicopters. The Riviera's Monaco Tower would be removed from existence in the early morning hours.
The Iconic Riviera Sign - One of the original neon creations familiar on the Resort Corridor in Las Vegas.
Everyone who was interested in the event jockeyed for position as close as the security monitors would let them. Paradise was closed to all traffic as were all the streets surrounding this aged property. The west end proved to be an adequate viewpoint for this author. The wait began. The first firework would launch and this would be the signal to pay close attention as the countdown began. A historical Vegas property would be turned into dust and rubble momentarily. There would be a large, gaping hole in the familiar skyline where this old resort stood.
Interested onlookers drove as far in as they possibly could and gridlocked both the Strip corridor North and Paradise Road just east of the location. This stall in traffic movement would allow for spectators to safely step out of their cars and watch from the travel lanes. Cell phones were out and the implosion parties began. The fireworks and colorful displays were magnificent.
Implosion parties are a tradition in this fair city. These hotels and casinos have hosted the biggest names in show business. It is with honor they are demolished. They are carefully folded up like an old, familiar blanket and tucked away in photograph and video, a chapter in the city's history book.
The close of a property's chapter in local history ends with a pyrotechnic bang and a nice crowd. They cheer, hoot, and holler in delight at the fireworks show preceding the explosion. The whistles and applause echo along with the concussion within the wired building. One by one support beams and flooring structures would knock loose and the structure would collapse neatly upon itself, leaving a huge dust cloud in its wake. It is the death of an icon. It is the end of an era.
