The Daisies and professional aholes in the City of Sin

by Royal Hopper  

The Daisy Kids invaded the City of Sin this week as temperatures soared to 115 degrees. Every where you looked there were tribal head dresses, bikini clad space alien chicks, rainbow colored halter tops and glow sticks _ everywhere.

A Sin City Urban Landscape _ Royal Hopper

This one chick was convinced she could get home by passing through a mirror at the end of the hallway another was convinced she could get change for her pack of cigarettes.

The Daisies came to town right as the NBA championships were wrapping up and Cleveland won its first professional championship since 1964 when this blogger was 2. Yes there was a culture clash and there was little in the way of tension between the two. The Daisies were usually to tired from getting stoned and dancing all night to start a fight and the sports fans were to busy threatening to beat the crap out of each other to notice a bunch of stoned out ravers wearing tribal headdresses and bikinis.

So with the relative lack of conflict in the City of Sin and the fact that it was hot in the desert not exactly being news lets talk about aholes.

A bumper sticker _ Royal Hopper

Some people pride themselves on being annoying, irascible and mean spirited. They enjoy challenging everyone they meet regardless of the occasion or fault of the person they are meeting in their problems.
In short they enjoy being a ahole. They are proud of it.

I ran into one such person recently in the City of Sin _ a tall portly gentleman with a cane who was upset that his room key had not worked for the second time. He cursed every other word sounding like a symphony of drunken sailors _ which he was incidentally a sailor I mean by his own admission having served 30 years in the Navy and Marine Corps.

Waiting at the bus stop _ Royal Hopper

You run into a lot of people like this in Vegas. Usually they are not locals. Real Vegas bad asses usually know to be smooth and smiley and polite even if its fake its well honed skill. They will cut across five lanes of traffic, go 40 mph on the Interstate and 60 mph on tight little back roads honking their horns like mad men if the “peasants” get in their way.

Its not Crazy or insane I say it again

Rent a Wheel ?

Its not a day at the races of in a loonie bin

Its not the Ritz or the Sticks and not remotely Zen

Its just every day .. In the City of Sin

So long Sinners Love you guys

I love modern fashions _Royal Hopper

Flipping the Bird at the world in the City of Sin or Random Bird Flipping in Sin City

By Royal Hopper
What does FU mean in the City of Sin? Stayed to find out. It something many people could apparently use a lesson on.

Rest assured the hyper extended middle finger of FU is something you see quite often in the City of Sin.

Sentiment of the day – Photo by Royal Hopper

After awhile it is something you barely pay attention to when it is done to you and the other person barely pay attention to when you do it to them. It is just to common a thing in a City dedicated to decadence. It kind of like ..”Oh look he is flipping the bird at me how cute. . .”

Bu even then ..It means something because you know what and who it is for.

“ FU Don’t tailgate me you JA,” or “ FU don’t cut me off or even FU and your ugly car.” – . . something.

The other day I witnessed the driver of a ubiquitous sedan stick his hand out out of the window of his car with his middle finger extended and the remaining fingers clenched in defiance. The driver of the car was in appearance of fact flipping the bird at the world because there was no one else visible.

The car behind him didn’t appear to be tailgating him and no one cut him off as far as I could see. For all practical purposes it appeared was just pissed at the world and decided to let it know. FU world FU.

One thing about this city. Everybody has yard sales and there is always road construction because everyone drives and everyone drives like nutballs _ Royal Hopper

No one driving on the road that day really paid attention to the FU driver because no one knew who the finger was aimed at. The object of flipping the bird at someone is to let them know you think they are ahole.

So random bird flipping is kind of pointless and you should at least have the gonads to let someone know who the bird is aimed at.

and then there are the mountains

Moral of the story if you are going to flip the bird at people make sure they know they are the object of that effort do not even bother.

What does FU stand for..

Fun Underwear, Fancy Underwear, Fan Unicorns, Fundamental Understanding ..yeah that it. . . . . yeah

That is life in the City of Sin Folks
Love Ya’ll

Political season in Sin City

A man putting on his cool in the City of Sin _ Photo by Royal Hopper

The Sin City Commuter’s Haze

By Royal Hopper

It is a normal Tuesday in the City of Sin and you see the normal things as you drive down the normal byways of this very weird city and your way to work. You see or rather I saw a well dressed couple walking a dog. As I or rather you near the city you begin to see the ironically beautiful arcane patchwork of huge professionally done signs that dot the area around the Strip ( Las Vegas Boulevard) with retouched photos of beautiful models, advertising –ass kicking shows.. . . bands, businesses and events. You or rather I saw a B list celebrity whose name I cant remember trying to be seen and failing or an A lister * relatively speaking) trying not to be seen and failing.

The arcane patchwork of signs that dot the City of Sin is almost as ubiquitous as the neon it is justly famous for _ Photo by Royal Hopper

It all blends into a pleasant blur after awhile ..“the daily commute haze” we all develop in this city. You see all the pleasant and colorful things as you drive or walk. You see the neon jungle and the bright colors the mountains in the distance the two dimensional abstract painting I _ you _ we are meant to see.

At the end of the day when your mind is processing what you actually saw _ you remember the whole story. You remember the starving dogs that likely escaped from an absent owner. The white haired man in the uniform in a wheelchair his head down as he waited for the light to change.

As process you realize was either a real veteran being ignored while trying to celebrate his day or a phony trying to get donations from unwary tourists.

There are two sides to every story _ Photo by Royal Hopper

Then you remember the beautiful artsy signs are billboards advertising places you will never go and that some of them have people sleeping underneath them. You remember that you saw two of them.

You remember the couple screaming at each other and the cluster of police cars and the faces of the normally unshakable Las Vegas Metro police looking a bit pale and drawn.

If you live in the city long enough your mind becomes pleasantly inured to the ragged edges behind the bright neon face it puts forward.

I think it is a defense mechanism. This is a great city one that will be re

Las Vegas is a place old acts go to be reborn _ Photo by Royal Hopper

membered in history. But it is not always a good one.

It’s a harsh way of saying that sometimes you need to be detached _ to roll on down the road and take in the sunshine and ignore the potholes, the whores, the drunks passed out on the sidewalk and homeless guys dressed like big bird . . . . And let them stay in their dark little corners ..
If you are going to have a good day in the City of Sin. Sometimes you need to be blissfully ignorant. You need to paint your mind in pretty colors in the banal poetry of neon and sand and let the chips fall where they may.

That life in the City of Sin
Take Care Sinners

rs ..

My Dogs because I love my dogs _ Photo by Royal Hopper