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[The Townleybomb]

Hey folks,

Don't know if this is the place for this, but I vaguely recall reading a travel guide to Vegas by Chris Onstad at some point when the strip was fairly new.  A few google searches have turned up nothing.  Does anybody know anything about this, or am I buggin'?  I'd give you 6 to 5 on buggin', but who knows....

[DanSC]

The only thing that comes immediately to mind for me is this strip:

http://achewood.com/index.php?date=05092003


It seems that Onstad doesn't go too far out on a limb in preferring the Bellagio to either Circus Circus or Binion's.

[smick]

I think you might mean Rands from Jerkcity.

http://www.randsinrepose.com/archives/2002/05/01/rands_vegas_system_prelude.html

[linnea]

Ha hah... my ex took me on my first trip to Vegas. He got us a suite at the hotel at Mandalay Bay, so we weren't exactly fighting rats at Circus-Circus with a rake.

Vegas is ... amazing. We walked all over the new strip. We had steak at Gallagher's at NY NY that made me weep with joy, it was so delicious. We checked out the Shark Reef exhibit at the Mandalay Bay, which was pretty schweet (I totally want a jellygiraffe aquarium). The whole time we were there was just magical.

My favorite part about Vegas is that public drunkenness is not only encouraged, it's expected. Whereas in other towns you'd be cuffed by a cop for walking outside with a bottle of beer, in Vegas you can buy a frikkin' yard of Margarita and wander the Strip with it. It's amazing. We never actually got around to buying one of the huge Margaritas, which was a shame. I need to organize a shameless Vegas trip with all my crazy-ass girlfriends. That would be rad.

[CortJstr]

Ha hah... my ex took me on my first trip to Vegas. He got us a suite at the hotel at Mandalay Bay, so we weren't exactly fighting rats at Circus-Circus with a rake.

Vegas is ... amazing. We walked all over the new strip. We had steak at Gallagher's at NY NY that made me weep with joy, it was so delicious. We checked out the Shark Reef exhibit at the Mandalay Bay, which was pretty schweet (I totally want a jellygiraffe aquarium). The whole time we were there was just magical.

My favorite part about Vegas is that public drunkenness is not only encouraged, it's expected. Whereas in other towns you'd be cuffed by a cop for walking outside with a bottle of beer, in Vegas you can buy a frikkin' yard of Margarita and wander the Strip with it. It's amazing. We never actually got around to buying one of the huge Margaritas, which was a shame. I need to organize a shameless Vegas trip with all my crazy-ass girlfriends. That would be rad.

Ones doesn't buy alcohol in Vegas. One has alcohol brought to them.

[KeithHernandez]

Reading that column really makes me want to go to vegas.  Unfortunately, I am a poor college student, with hard working parents who would never give me money to go to Vegas and all of my free money goes to some form of instant gratification.  Fuck.

[The Townleybomb]

Smick-- Yes, I think that's the article I remember.  Pretty much everything on the internet is a blur to me at this point.

Keith-- You seriously need to check out the El Cortez.  They are cheap as hell ($25-40 a night during the slow times) and it's an extremely nice place if you don't mind occasionally being asked if you know any loan sharks while eating breakfast.

[jough]

We had steak at Gallagher's at NY NY that made me weep with joy, it was so delicious.

Did you get any 'mellon squishin's on you?

[side_show]

Now that's a garnish!

Also, my parents went to Vegas when it was being billed as a family tourist destination, and I was a teen.  They sort of wanted me to go, but I was so not into it.  I took it as my opportunity to get insanely shit faced on drugs back home.  I had a really bad trip, had a strait edge friend drive me home, gouged my contacts out while terrified I would pull out my eye sockets, locked myself in my bedroom (my bedroom had a lock thank god) and had to check my stereo every 5 minutes because I was sure I had it on and turned to full volume even though it was off.  Also, I had a poster of two groovy kids from the 60's over my bed, and they kept leaning out of the poster and learing at me accusingly.  I was also convinced the family dog wanted to eat me (hence the locked bedroom door).  My parents came home from Vegas that night, and I sat up terrified that they'd force their way into my locked bedroom and find me tripping out, strung out, with my pupils dialated. I'd also had a party at the house a few days earlier which I cleaned up from so well they never knew. 

Translation: what you do while your parent's are in Vegas stays something they don't know happened while they were away in Vegas.

[linnea]

daaaamn mel! That sounds like a scary experience. I foolishly tried the same type of thing when I was 16. I remember lying in bed, trying to feign sleep while everyone else in the house was sleeping, hallucinating vividly and my heart going a million miles an hour. I also kept thinking that music or something was on full blast because my ears were ringing and tender.  The hallucinations were Terrifying. Kids, do not try that. It's no fun at all.

[theinevitable]

jesus. the more I hear stories like this, the more I think that I missed out on all the good highschool experiences. all of my friends are total straitlaced rich kids. blegh.

...except the ones who do hell of drugs and such. But I never got invited to their parties. Too many times bringing up Minor Threat, I suppose.

[Choop]

Bad trips don't have to happen - but avoiding them rely on your emotional health as much as anything else. Also, it's good to have a buddy who knows the ropes.

I neither recommend nor denounce psychotropics.

[theinevitable]

(to clarify, I mean the high school experiences of doing crazy shit when your parents are out of town, etc. not the bad trips.)

[linnea]

I had some great times when my folks were out of town. Me and Kellichou had the BEST THANKSGIVING EVER when our parents went out of town and we were 15 or 16. Wombie, do you remember that? God that was fun. We cooked up a turkey breast and a few other Thanksgiving accoutrements and had a fabulous time.

I don't know about house parties. One of my best friends growing up was housesitting for her parents friends in high school over New Year's. These people had oyster white carpet. You can guess what happened next...someone brought Sangria to the party and she spent New Year's Day cleaning up Sangria puke stains all over that gorgeous carpet. Busted!

[KeithHernandez]

I am a firm believer in the HST advice "Buy the ticket, take the ride".  It is that thought that helps me through dips in a trip or heavy drug comedowns.