While Las Vegas Sleeps…

Well it’s high season for the conventions and bachelor parties, that is for sure! I do admit, though, I am more of a fan of the convention-goers than the bachelor parties. Parties are pretty predictable to the point that I could break it down into three types of guys that are almost always present at one of these gatherings. Kind of humorous, too, for sure!

1) The Cool Guy – This is the guy who thinks his ducks are all in a row by organizing the girls to come over (usually the best man, but surprisingly a lot of best men completely drop the ball) and has explained to his fellow friends that he knows how the whole thing is going down. Unfortunately he usually gives the wrong impression to the guys about what the girl on the phone said to him about how things really go for parties (like he thinks that we work for one-dollar bills and that this must be a cheaper route than the club when, in fact, it’s like an ultimate VIP room party, but on location to their hotel!)

2) The Guy Who Is Never Happy – This guy usually happens to double as being the most broke guy in the room. as well. He had 40 bucks to spend and wanted to make sure it spent like it was $1000. He also doesn’t care about the bachelor (the person who the party is actually for,) but more concerned about what he is getting for the money spent. His attitude a lot of times kills the party’s mood and brings the other guys down before they can ever get down!

3) The Crazy Guy – This is the carefree spirit of the party who doesn’t care what it takes to have fun and will do whatever he can to entertain his buddies. When asked for tips to play stripper games of stuffing the bachelor’s boxers with dollars he actually will shove the dollar bills in himself. He sometimes will feel the need to show off his dancing skills to the ladies and never forgets to ask if we need a drink… twenty times. Also, he is usually the most generous tipper of the bunch and realizes his other friends are pretty lame when it comes to having a good time.

Unfortunately the three main characters at typical bachelor parties sometimes combine themselves into the same person! Just yesterday The Cool Guy turned into the Never Happy Guy within ten minutes… That’s just never a pretty sight for a girl standing there in a g-string!

Tags: Las Vegas bachelor parties, Las Vegas stories, Las Vegas strippers

I Las Vegas, with so many, uh, different sorts of occupations, there exists a market to reach out to these “service industry” people and provide solid, legitimate, financial planning, legal, and tax preparation services.

We don’t discriminate in our fair city. We embrace! You see a hooker - we see an upwardly-mobile young professional making over $1000 per day and in need of some serious tax and financial advice!

Take the photo here, for example, which was taken off of Industrial Road near the Can Can Room, an old school strip club:

The age old axiom of “death and taxes” applies to everyone, including Las Vegas’ working girls.

Tags: hookers, Las Vegas, legal, Nevada, service industry, Sin City, taxes

Only in Las Vegas, Nevada, would you see a man’s privates in public before dinnertime, and if you did happen to see said man’s now public privates, there’s a good chance it would be on Tropicana Boulevard.

A few weeks ago I was driving down Tropicana from the office of a service that offers “strippers to your room,” when on the opposite side of the road, I saw a man in his fifties with only sweatpants on and his shirt laying on the ground. Reluctantly standing next to this guy was a man who picks up the trash for the Wild Wild West Casino and Truck Stop who was trying to do his job of emptying out the trash barrels along the road and parking lot of the property. He couldn’t do his job very well, though, since the half naked man was yelling at him, pushing him, and then suddenly trying to hug him, as if to say, “I’m sorry. That was wrong of me.” He’d go through this process, over and over – yelling, pushing, then apologizing.

The craziness with the casino janitor was interrupted, though, when the half-naked man suddenly decided to walk away from the worker, stop traffic on Tropicana, and yell at a car before returning to the sidewalk. After getting out of the road, he proceeded to pull down his sweatpants and reveal his shriveled privates to all who were watching.

The best timing by a cop I have ever witnessed was when a Metro officer pulled up on the curb just as this nut pulled his pants down. The now naked man had the most shocked look on his face when he realized he was caught red handed with his pants down. Literally. Mind you… This was all before 2:30pm on a chilly day. I would have kept my pants on even if I were inside… I’ll reserve my stripping for warm hotel rooms!

Tags: homeless, Las Vegas, Nevada, Sin City, Stories, strippers, Tropicana

My girlfriend is a happy, satisfied subscriber to Playboy Magazine. Like me, she’s a photographer. Also like me, she’s a fan of naked women. She says she reads it for the articles, though… so who knows? Anyhow, on Friday she received her new issue of Playboy Magazine and was pleasantly surprised to see a cute girl in an old school Playboy Bunny outfit on the cover, complete with ears and a bow tie.

Last fall, almost exactly a year ago, in fact, Playboy and The Palms opened the new Fantasy Tower, complete with the first Playboy Club to open in twenty-five years. As I recall, they had casting calls ongoing for quite awhile with ads in the local papers and magazines. Las Vegas is home to a very high concentration of very, very hot women, so I can imagine that they were able to cull quite a few true beauties to work in the new Playboy Club (the last of the original Playboy Clubs closed in the 80’s, according to the magazine.)

I had wondered last year if Playboy Magazine would get around to putting together a featured pictorial section in the magazine of some of the girls working at the new club. Well, it has finally arrived! There are a full eight pages of pictures and information regarding the Bunnies and the new Club in the issue, which was shot on location in the Playboy Club itself as well as some of the Fantasy Suites in the new tower. There are a few interesting tidbits of information in there that I was not previously aware of, myself, including the fact that the new Playboy Bunny outfits were designed by none other than Roberto Cavalli himself. Nice touch, Hef.

The girls that work in the Playboy Club at the Palms are actually fully trained dealers. Well, some are dealers and some are cocktail waitresses. I remember the magazines advertisements when they were looking to find the girls that read “no experience is necessary” and that they would be trained fully. I guess you can’t be too picky. I don’t think the Playboy Bunny/hot 20-something girl demographic really overlaps a great deal with the Las Vegas blackjack dealer one or the traditional waitstaff one either, for that matter. I like how it’s all turned out, though.

You have to hand it to the Maloofs: they’ve really carved out a significant niche here in Las Vegas and have differentiated themselves with their hotel, casino, nightclubs, and resort in general in a way that really has no rival in Las Vegas. It’s not that their competition could not have easily done the same - it’s just that they didn’t. And thanks again guys for those shrimp. Now if I could just get those Bunnies to start dealing me more naturals….

Tags: casino, gambling, gaming, Palms Hotel, Playboy, Playboy Bunny, Playboy Club