Las Vegas Tax Services - For Everyone!

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!

Ho Tax ServicesTake 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.

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Sweet Little Tucked-Away Las Vegas Cafe: Marche’ Bacchus

red wineI like to think I know a little bit about this town we call home - Las Vegas. The truth is, Las Vegas is big enough and has spread out enough that it’s really hard to keep up with all the new spots. There are hot spots and there are sweet spots. There are even best-kept-secret types of spots. There’s usually some overlap with those different types of places.

Last Friday my friend Dorothy, upon my suggesting that we drink fine wine until standing becomes challenging, said she has just the place. I thought I had just the place because I was in the mood for my favorite zin, and that can only be obtained at one of Emeril’s restaurants due to a contract with the winemaker, but she insisted. She had to make me feel a little guilty for always suggesting the place and not listening to others’ suggestions, which I don’t think is the case at all, but whatever her angle was, it worked. I’m glad it did!

I love wine. No, I mean I seriously love good wine. I like smelling it, I like tasting it, I just really love the whole wine experience. You might say I’m something of a wine snob in training… I know just enough to be dangerous, but it’s fun. Like some people say about sex, even when it’s bad it’s still good: wine always leaves you with a smile within a few minutes of it going down the proverbial hatch.

The problem with the process of trying new wines - figuring out what you like and don’t like about them, et cetera - is that you go to a wine shop, make a selection, take it home, maybe cook a meal, then you enjoy your bottle. By that point you might not feel like going back to the store to get another bottle or two. In a nutshell, the process takes time. In a restaurant the selection is, of course, bigger, but they also charge a 2-to-1 or 3-to-1 markup (or more) on what the bottle would actually cost either them or you in a retail shop. That comes with the territory, naturally, but sometimes you just want to have a decent meal and really try a number of wines without all the overhead.

For people who love wine and a good meal, thanks to Dorothy, I have found a place that might represent the perfect model for wine and food lovers: Marche’ Bacchus. As I understand it, Marche’ Bacchus started as a wine shop. There are rows of bins and racks on the walls with a a great selection of wines. They have a little bar where you can take your wine selection and for a $10 corkage fee they’ll open your bottle, decant it if necessary, and serve you at their bar inside the wine shop. They added a small cafe to their wine market a couple of years ago and it appears they have expanded it to its current size and menu, with outdoor dining on one of the three fingers lakes in Summerlin (it’s temporarily enclosed and heated during Winter.) The whole place still has the market in front and is still small and quaint. The great thing is, you don’t get the multiple price that is charged in a restaurant for your wine, and yet, from the smell of it, you can enjoy your wine over a tasty meal, all in a great environment outside, if you like. When that bottle runs out, you have an entire market to choose something different in the adjacent room. It’s sort of an interactive take on wine and dinner. I love it!

Thanks Dorothy!

I’ll be visiting Marche’ Bacchus again soon for more wine and will actually eat a meal, at which time I’ll be writing a review over at the new site we’re working on, Las Vegas Critics.

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A New Level of Insobriety Discovered in Las Vegas

Last night I was walking into Treasure Island from the parking garage when I happened upon what I believe to be a new discovery in the realm of insobriety-while-remaining-mobile. Naturally, if such a discovery were to be made, Las Vegas would be a prime breeding ground for a state of inebriation like this, due to the sheer volume of people that get unbelievably plastered beyond belief here each and every day.

Before last night, even my seasoned, well-alcoholed, professional party person eyes had never seen such an amazing attempt to remain conscious after drinking what most definitely had to have been a heroic amount of ethanol. I’m talking about inebriation at a level that most any mere mortal would have long since been passed out in a bathroom stall somewhere… or worse.

So I walk into the bridge to the casino from the parking garage and as soon as I open the door I see a guy, maybe twenty-nine or thirty years old, doing what I thought was a pathetic, possibly evil attempt at dancing to the music that was playing in the hallway. Okay, I thought that for maybe a millisecond, because I immediately saw him take a misstep that can mean only one of two things: masochistic alcohol consumption or ether… and Hunter S. Thomspon has gone on towards the Great Magnet in the Great Beyond… so alcohol it was.

To the normal flow of foot traffic here, I would have maybe three to five seconds before a passerby would go behind me and I’d no longer be able to observe the beast in action. Something different was at work here. It was almost as though someone had put really heavy, randomly depolarizing magnetic space boots on this guy. His legs would start to go forward and suddenly be yanked backwards to a place further back than where the foot had started. Then a sudden burst of what had to be massive electromagnetic activity from the wall ten feet to his left caused him to take two wild, intriguing steps to the side. He was almost unable to bear the forces acting against him. Almost. This guy had to be attempting to do for alcohol consumption what Chuck Yeager did for the sound barrier. Pushing the envelope, he was…

As I walked closer to our hero and was about to pass, I saw what was really at play here: He had apparently shifted slightly outside of our time continuum. I looked at his face and saw it - he was using his lips to make sure that his right ear was still attached to his head as the forces gripped him, in a way that could only be possible in at least four dimensions. I’ve never seen lips stretch that far. He actually got pretty damn close to his ear. It was valiant effort, anyway. And the craziest thing was that for him, it all seem to be happening in slow motion as I watched. Everyone else was moving in normal time but I watched this guys’ lips and eyes move and contort in the same direction - up and to the right - trying to check for correct ear positioning. Damnedest expression I’ve ever seen on a human’s face that wasn’t being performed by a comedian or on purpose!

As we walked on I was considering the sight that I’d just seen. And then it hit me: This fool was heading to the parking garage and there was something small - key size - in one of his hands!!! In horror I turned around to immediately intervene with a cab ride offer, but he was gone. I remembered that there were security guards in the parking garage, but were up on the level I’d come from and he went straight in, so I hoped for the best and put my faith in the superlative work done by MGM Mirage security. Fair well, ye alconaut. I barely knew ye… or your fears… or your loathing…

So this is how the world works, all energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet.
Hunter S. Thompson

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Even On the Slow Nights…

…Empire just kills ‘em!

An old friend of mine Nick the Good has finally bitten the bullet and made the move from the midwest to fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada. After a 1910 mile long trek two thirds of the way across the country and after unloading most of his unique belongings and after getting a Nevada driver’s license and becoming an almost official Nevada citizen (the process to be completed upon registering to vote in this state, county, and district,) a night on the town was not only in order, but I think required by Clark County ordinance…

It’s been a minute since we’ve been over to 54. We met up with Christopher, Christina, and Mimi at Tabu after having a drink over at Rouge, which I still hadn’t made it in to see yet. (Good cosmopolitans over there at Rouge. Not the best, but solid.) The GM at 54 loves Christopher and we hadn’t been in 2 minutes before we’d been offered a free bottle. Cheers, 54!! It was slow in the club but it was slow in every club we hit tonight so it wasn’t their doing. …completely grateful for the awesome management, personnel, and bottle service .

After 54 we hit Empire and saw some friends, danced… had a great time as usual. The club’s got Vegas after hours pretty much on lock. Just like 54, it was slow at Empire. They never opened the upstairs and the crowd was thin, but even though all that’s true, it was still a great time. If you visit Vegas, when you’re wondering where to go at 5am, hit Empire. ‘Nuff said.

Yep, even on slow nights Vegas is hard to beat.

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