The Scout worked in Las Vegas over the weekend (Lexus commercials), and I went along. He shot photos of the Super Arterial (love that name).
Looking west. Photo by The Scout. Reminiscent of OJ’s slow-speed chase. Gosh, was that really 15 years ago (or almost – June 17, 1994)? Happy 15th Anniversary, OJ! I don’t feel sorry for you! You’ve had a great life! (Wikipedia article.)
I drove while The Scout crawled in the back seat and took photos out of the back and side windows of the car. This made me feel somewhat useful…well, for the five minutes or so that the Super Arterial location was going to be used. It has now been axed from the spot. “They also serve who only stand and wait.”
The Scout doesn’t much care for Vegas, and I suppose I don’t either except I have a horrible penchant for kitsch. It goes from old neon (the arty end) to…to…to…Oh, I don’t know what to —probably because I suppress my inner kitsch-lover fearing the wrath of the ‘truly arty’—when I should be defining the fine line between the good kitsch and the bad kitsch, so I can defend myself against haughty minimalists.
Detail of the exterior of Planet Hollywood. Photo by me.
In my effort to understand the allure of Las Vegas, I find myself at The Bellagio. Look! It’s the happy couple!
One senses great forces of sadness and evil have brought this couple together (parents?). Or is he simply upset about the pink vest and tie? Never mind…the picture taking must go on!
Dear Bellagio, Please move the cherry picker away from the happy couple! You don’t want to ruin their special day, do you?
To be continued…
4 thoughts on “My Trip to Vegas: Part 1”
I don’t have much need for LV either. Thank God what’s in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
I’m trying to read the lips of the new bride to her groom: “Now, I have you. You’re mine, mine, you hear!” Either that or she told him to get rid of man’s best friend.
One of your better postings!
I love this. I was just last night pondering kitsch. The Bellagio is there to show us that Eurotrash still exists, correct?
CO: I hope blogging is pass-fail. I’m much too sensitive to handle a letter grade.
SW: I’m such a Zelig. I was thinking about you when I wrote this so I think it’s a bit “The Blatherer does Sister Wolf”-ish. I was also thinking Tom Wolfe (Bonfire of the Vanities) because of all the exclamation marks. (But how does one write about Vegas without bizillion exclamation marks?) You are indeed correct about the Bellagio.
OMG! This is rich. RICH, I tell you. Rich with the evilness of the unkitsch VegoArt de T’Art aficionado. The unmarrying kind wince, pink with envy.
I RSSed you and using the Firefox/Google address bar Big Orange button–I selected Live Bookmarks. Now, I won’t miss stuff as before, right?