I always enjoy the first of the month in Vegas because of First Friday. There’s always some little random whatsit that is always worth noting.
Then again, there’s always a little weird and whimsical around Vegas if you know where to look:
While it was a slower month for adventures, I was keeping busy with the Museum. I had even created a small stage play that was being run on Sundays that spoke about the process of the Egyptian afterlife. Oh certainly, there is always someone who lacks the creative instinct, but tries to meddle with their own “input”, but the actors chose to stay 99% percent accurate to the original vision I had created, and I couldn’t help but feel a little “proud parent” that one of my concepts had been realized.
But it was time to say “good-bye” to another Vegas icon: The Liberace Museum was being closed down. I’ve said this before, but Vegas has a morbid fascination with shutting down/destroying everything older than five minutes, and this was next on the chopping block.
Pictures only can capture so much of the amazing kitsch this place holds:
The rest of the month was spent entertaining more out of town friends, show reviews, and trampoline dodgeball, through the courtesy of Yelp! It was at this place called Sky Zone, where it’s essentially a giant warehouse covered with a wall to wall trampoline. As in singular. We did 3D dodgeball, which is a combination of dodgeball on a huge trampoline court. Last time I played dodgeball was… 6th grade, maybe? 7th? Anyway, I did better last night than my whole middle school career combined (in your face, P.E. coaches of my youth). I actually caught a few, and used the trampoline’s bounce to launch myself in the air for some pretty sweet arial throws. Who cares if I didn’t hit anyone with them? I felt that I looked awesome in doing so, and frankly, that’s all that matters. But my team made it to the championship… even if we lost the final, crucial game. I expect our roles will be played by retired Beverly Hills 90210 actors in the made for TV movie.
I didn’t have much time to revel in my victory, as I hit a huge wall of food poisoning due to some bad oysters from an all you can eat sushi place. I learned very quickly that if there’s one food to not get food poisoning from, it’s oysters. Small karma for trying to help out this crazy acting person who needed assistance at a convenience store. After my good deed, I lived on the floor for two days before I came back to any sort of my senses.
But I did recover just in time for an acting gig on my birthday, where I learned one of my most shocking observations of how bad price gouging can get in the mainstream clubs on the Strip.
Seriously, when we were doing a segment at Pure, Shannon and I were looking over their drink menu, and found this little gem of a price: $25,000 for a 6 liter bottle of Dom Perignon.
No, you read that right: $25,000. Affordable, right?
All I can say is, that if you have the money to throw down what is the base annual average income for what an average person makes in an entire year, I hope the table service includes the waiter punching the buyer in the face, because quite frankly, one would deserve that for being so wasteful.
Or, I suppose you could always get Dom Perignon Rose 3 liter for $14,000, or one of the other beverages for a mere $3-5,000 a pop. Funny thing is, you can get over half these drinks at a neighborhood liquor or grocery store for $8-$20 each. Tourist exploitation on the Strip at its finest.
Oh, and I got to put up my new yard decorations for Halloween: