Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Alright, so the whole city is bizarro, but here are a few of the odder sights I saw on my trip.
First, one of the minibar offerings in my hotel room.
During checkout, I asked the desk clerk and yes, it comes with batteries. $45 for the kit. He also said, “Weird to think there are 7,000 of these floating around here.” I asked how often people buy them. “I’ve been here just over a year, but I’ve seen thousands of guests, and I’d say no more than 10-15 people,” he said.
Something for the man who has everything.
Not your style? Maybe this PIMP jacket from a store called (no joke) Billionaire is better.
Perhaps some fine art to go along with the new threads?
This would make a great chair in my office.
Ad in a local magazine. This looks more like Guys Night Out to me.
Because when I go to Vegas I wanna see singing Mormons.
Some of the local denizens.
The mother ship has landed.
Agent Provocateur thinks your true self wants to be chained in an S&M dungeon.
The world needs more women dressing like Bettie Page. This store should be in every mall.
Fashion designers like edgy window displays.
This wall brought to you by Jack the Ripper.
Whew! All this photoblogging has me beat. Time to rejuvenate at the oxygen bar.
Blowhard, Esq.
Callowman
Sherbrooke
Eddie Pensier
Enzo Nakamura
Epaminondas
Fabrizio del Wrongo
Fenster
Brundle Guy
Glynn Marshes
Paleo Retiree
Atypical Neurotic
Question Lady
Sax von Stroheim
Sir Barken Hyena
The Mistaken
Uncouth Reflections 
Yay, Agent Provocateur. Ya, Bettie Page. Let’s see both of those franchises make it to ever more American cities.
Did you try a sample at the oxygen bar?
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I didn’t. I think any benefits from the oxygen were ancillary to the women who gave you head and shoulder rubs while you imbibed.
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I read that sentence entirely wrong.
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Yeah, I thought that sentence was more interesting than it turned out to be, too. Too bad you didn’t have a toot. I’d love to know what it’s all about.
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Seems I’m the frontrunner for the Most Disappointing Comment award.
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I tried out an oxygen bar when I was young and dumb. It was the ’90s, you know? I felt a slight head rush but I think I was just making it up, like that episode of Freaks & Geeks where everyone got drunk off near beer.
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Reminds me of Paradise Island in Disney’s “Pinocchio”.
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All that’s needed is a burning Rome as a backdrop, and a fiddler or two…maybe the next Vegas fantasy project?
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Nothing like a roof top sunrise blow job to fully define Vegas and sweep all this half assed chatter under the rug it was meant to be under. Read again and repeat. What is an O2 bar anyway?
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First Fabrizio gets one, and now me. I see the trolls are out today.
I guess we should be flattered that assholes feel like picking fights.
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Neither troll nor asshole (I hope). Just a little drunken reminiscing.
A little less drink and I’ll behave.
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I want that jacket. What? Green goes well with my complexion.
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Dude, if you can pull it off, I say go for it.
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