Trade Show Day 3: Old-School Vegas.
Nov. 30th, 2023 01:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canyonwalkerVegas Travelog #7
Back at the hotel - Thu, 30 Nov 2023. 12:30am.
It's already Thursday, Day 4 of this trade show, but I'm still writing about Day 3. Early Day 4 is still late Day 3. Yes, it's after midnight and I'm just winding down for bed after having dinner with a sales VP and several colleagues. ...And the VP and a few of those colleagues are still tearing it up at a dive-y bar at the casino next door.
Dinner this evening was at The Steakhouse at the Circus Circus casino. Yes, it's actually named The Steakhouse. It's an old-school Las Vegas restaurant... leather booths, wood paneling, dim lighting, and fantastic food. And it's in an old-school shit-hole of a casino.
How much of a shit-hole? Well, when I walked in the front door, my first thought was, "Eww, it smells like piss in here!" So maybe not literally a shit-hole but more like a public urinal. 🤣
I remember staying at the Circus Circus once on a gambling trip twenty-someodd years ago.... Back then it was already an obviously low-rent casino, but at least it had business. Today it's a low-rent casino that looks like a ghost town inside. We walked past a Del Taco take-away stand inside the casino to get to The Steakhouse. Colleagues laughed about that juxtaposition— and laughed even more when I told them about my journey to the site of the original Del Taco restaurant.
After dinner— and it was a fantastic dinner, proximity to a Del Taco takeaway counter notwithstanding— a few of our colleagues melted away. The rest of us went out to the gaming floor. There were, like, five other people playing in the casino. And the games had $5 minimums. $5 table minimums, on The Strip? That tells you what a shit-hole the Circus Circus is. 🤣
Three or four of the group gambled, the rest of us watched, and then a few more people peeled off. Then the last six of us went over to the divey bar. And by dive-y bar I mean the beers were only $8, not $14 like at the nicer places on The Strip. 🙄 I stayed for a while longer, knocking back still-overpriced "cheap" beer and tequila with my last few colleagues.
I called it a night at midnight and walked back to my own hotel. At my casino-hotel the tables were much more populated... with minimums of $25 to $50. And the drinks were better but twice the price. I ignored all that as I headed up to my room on the54th 44th floor. Tomorrow's another busy day, and I've got to get some sleep for it!
Back at the hotel - Thu, 30 Nov 2023. 12:30am.
It's already Thursday, Day 4 of this trade show, but I'm still writing about Day 3. Early Day 4 is still late Day 3. Yes, it's after midnight and I'm just winding down for bed after having dinner with a sales VP and several colleagues. ...And the VP and a few of those colleagues are still tearing it up at a dive-y bar at the casino next door.
Dinner this evening was at The Steakhouse at the Circus Circus casino. Yes, it's actually named The Steakhouse. It's an old-school Las Vegas restaurant... leather booths, wood paneling, dim lighting, and fantastic food. And it's in an old-school shit-hole of a casino.
How much of a shit-hole? Well, when I walked in the front door, my first thought was, "Eww, it smells like piss in here!" So maybe not literally a shit-hole but more like a public urinal. 🤣
I remember staying at the Circus Circus once on a gambling trip twenty-someodd years ago.... Back then it was already an obviously low-rent casino, but at least it had business. Today it's a low-rent casino that looks like a ghost town inside. We walked past a Del Taco take-away stand inside the casino to get to The Steakhouse. Colleagues laughed about that juxtaposition— and laughed even more when I told them about my journey to the site of the original Del Taco restaurant.
After dinner— and it was a fantastic dinner, proximity to a Del Taco takeaway counter notwithstanding— a few of our colleagues melted away. The rest of us went out to the gaming floor. There were, like, five other people playing in the casino. And the games had $5 minimums. $5 table minimums, on The Strip? That tells you what a shit-hole the Circus Circus is. 🤣
Three or four of the group gambled, the rest of us watched, and then a few more people peeled off. Then the last six of us went over to the divey bar. And by dive-y bar I mean the beers were only $8, not $14 like at the nicer places on The Strip. 🙄 I stayed for a while longer, knocking back still-overpriced "cheap" beer and tequila with my last few colleagues.
I called it a night at midnight and walked back to my own hotel. At my casino-hotel the tables were much more populated... with minimums of $25 to $50. And the drinks were better but twice the price. I ignored all that as I headed up to my room on the
