Angry Drunks and Holiday shoppers in the City of Sin
By Royal Hopper
The world did not end. It went on tears triumph, tragedy silliness and all. The tears of innocents is nothing new to the City of Sin and it barely missed a beat this week.
My life was uninterrupted in the midst of Sin City Christmas shopping madness except for the horror of last minute stocking stuffer shopping madness I was recruited into by my 17-year-old daughter. The men and non shopping women in the store looked on with sympathy as she dragged me down the store’s aisles with an enthusiasm only teenaged girls can muster.
Pardon me for a moment while I vent…aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
There now I feel better.
As recent events in the country and the totally of Sin City experience have revealed in their natural state Human beings are very angry even when they are happy.
Like when they pass out in a restroom of a Sin City hotel with a smile on their face and are so tightly wedged into the bathroom stall and so unconscious paramedics have to be called they are pissed of at the world.
The lady I am talking about cursed like a ..well a drunken sailor..when paramedics came to take her to the hospital. Her fingers were locked in the middle finger salute as they wheeled her out of the door of the strip hotel whose bathroom she had passed out in.
Then she passed out and started snoring.
I’m not quite sure if she even knew who she was angry at but she had a smile on her face as her hand flipped the bird to whatever Pink elephants her fevered mind was conjuring up.
This week what passes for winter hit the City of Sin we brushed the dust off of our winter clothes and bundled up against temperatures and winds that would New Yorkers giggle adjust their sun glasses and sip on their iced tea.
Las Vegans took a hiatus from debauchery crowding into malls and shopping centers for last minute Christmas gift acquisition. One lady dressed head to toe in red drew particularly intense attention especially from a few inebriated locals who seemed sure Ms Santa Claus had made a side trip into the City of Sin and seemed determined to pester Ms. Claus for extra gifts.
There were rodeos ( all you goat ropers out there will know what the National Finals Rodeo is) and cowboy concerts and the City of Sin was full of men and women with big hats, button up shirts and a healthy fearlessness of angry livestock.
One local casino fixed up one of its old lounges like a Honkie Tonk bar complete with a mechanical bull and one Levi clad cowboy was sighted having a meaningful conversation with the mechanical bull who we shall call Mechanical Bull and later with the giant blow up whiskey bottle located near the front of the goat roping room. ( Goat ropers means cowboys and Country and Western fans in the cool breeze jargon of 1970s Texas.) One enterprising Goat Roper walked up the security booth at one local casino and asked if he could have a beer and another asked if anyone remembered where he had parked his car.
I remember one occasion years ago where an obviously wealthy casino patron was angry about the people gathered around them to watch as they shoveled hundreds of dollars worth of tokens into a slot machine like it was a handful of dimes.
This patron was playing a slot machine that took $500 token and insisted on having security guards stand around them to protect them from “the peasants” gathering around them to gawk. All the while this wealthy slot patron was constantly looking over their shoulder and basking in the awe of the mostly middle class patrons as he shoveled tokens into a machine spending more in one pull of the one armed bandits handle than most of the people looking on made in a week.
He was angry when people were watching him and angry when they were not.
This city is a place filled with dangerous folks from time to time but this week people in the City of Sin went shopping, put reindeers noses and antlers on their trucks, bundled dressed like Santa and rode mechanical bulls named Arthur or was it Fred.
Such is life in the City of Sin
Until next time
Rock On Fellow Sinners
Have a great Christmas and a New Years Eve you don’t remember
Jogger report: In spite of the cold people still jogged they just didn’t stop until they were back inside where it was warm. One man apparently decided to was just to cold and started to run down the street in his street clothes. He wasn’t getting in shape he was cold and wanted to get inside.