Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Play That Funky Patent Leather Absinthe Green Retro-Chic-Moderne Miami Vibe Music






The Cabana Suites at the El Cortez are kind of interesting. There was an overflow building on Ogden street behind the ElCo named, oddly, Ogden House. Basically, Ogden House was a dorm like structure, and not very inviting. It was charming in a bare lightbulb gulag cell sort of way.

When the ElCo modernized (and I have to say, it has worked), they gutted Ogden House and completely redid it in a funky patent leather absinthe green retro-chic-moderne Miami vibe, which, for the most part, holds together.

The Cabana Suites are actually across the street from the back of the El Cortez. It's not a great area of town, and that's why they have a guard outside the door 24/7. The elevator is super-slow and clunky. And the view is non-existent.

It's not that green. It's a lot greener, actually.
The patent leather headboard says tie me to the wall airconditioning unit take me to the pass line.
The 'view'. El Cortez entrance at lower right.
Time to hit the casino. I saw some kind of interesting pictures on the way in and tried to photography them.

This one is of a 20 Mule Team Borax wagon going down Fremont street, back when the Four Queens was a drug store.

First stop was the new pizza place, Pizza Lotto, that they put in the place of the cafe which they put in the place of Careful Kitty's, if you go back that far.

I'd heard rave reviews about this place and was looking forward to a great slice.

I got this:

This 'thing' was lame. It was tough as cardboard, almost devoid of sauce, and as you can see, there were very few prizes and not much cheese on it.

Four bucks.

The guy wandered past and I lit into him. I told him it was my first visit and I was hoping for something really wonderful. I told him, "You have to make me want to come back. This doesn't do it. Look at this, there is nothing to it. It's just not very good. You need to put more on there."

His argument. "That's the style. It's New York style pizza. That's how the chef says it should be."

I declined to argue any further.

If they keep doling out crap like that they will be closed in two months. I think I've been spoiled by Chicago Brewing Company.

I kind of scraped off the toppings with my teeth and left the tough crust. This was the kind of pizza you get at a million and one food court places. So disappointing.

Maybe I hit them on a bad day. Maybe I should only judge on a fresh pie. Maybe I shouldn't judge by a slice. But they sell it, so that's no excuse for it being crap.

Anyway, on this day, Pizza Lotto was a lot o'disappointment.

I headed to the Parlour Bar, which has evolved into a pretty nice little spot to be. I played quarter video poker, got loopy, and spent $80.
The Parlour bar maybe.
The Quad Queen suggested I bump to 50 cents, so I did.

I was still pretty hungry and needed some calories to soak up the alcohol. Time to go on walkabout.

It was a beautiful evening on Fremont street, made beautifuller by the soothing sounds of an Island steel drum musician that I've written about before. I stopped to listen for a while and between songs, threw a few bucks in his bucket and told him that his music always makes me feel good. He smiled and we shook hands.

The perfect antidote to a lousy slice of pizza is a freshly made entire pizza pie. I grabbed a seat at Magnolia's and ordered a pie from Chicago Brewing Co. next door. The server who calls me Baby insisted I eat a salad first, so I did. Then she laid the pie on me.

This?
Or this savvy pie?!
Oh hell yeah. I dug in. Paid on comp dollars. That's more LIKE it.

Stuffed to the gills, I wandered back to the El Cortez, giving a nod to my steel drum guy as I went.

I played this and that and settled in for a long stint on one of the two remaining Downtown Deuces video poker machines in existence in Las Vegas. Hard to believe they used to be everywhere.
100.92% payback.
These machines are coin-droppers and set to play one card every 9 seconds. At least that's how it seems, they play so slowly. It doesn't matter, I love them. And I got a Royal on one of 'em once, the one I was playing actually.

Sadly, this bitch sucked up my dough and didn't produce anything much of anything, let alone four ducks.

I sat, played, burped, drank, and smoked a $22 Davidoff I'd picked up at Manhandle Bay. It was a fun time, but as I said, I didn't win, and in fact, I finished off my budget for the day. I was another $360 in the hole.

I wandered around, thinking maybe I'd play a few keno games. I sat down in the smoking area and filled out a couple of tickets and went to take them to the desk. I noticed there was a sign saying no smoking in line.

Okay, fine, I can understand that.

There was also no line.

I put the cigar behind my back, walked up, leaned forward, stretched out my left hand and placed my keno picks and money on the desk and then retreated a good ten feet. I was literally two feet in front of my chair.

And that's when the keno boss decided to be petty and make a fuss.

"Is that lit?"

"What?"

"Is your cigar lit?"

"Ummm... no?"

"You can't smoke in line."

"I'm not IN line. I'm standing ten feet away. My money's on the counter already."

"You have to put it out or I can't serve you."

"I'm not putting it out so I can spend half a second picking up a keno ticket.

I'd had enough. I walked up to the counter grabbed my money and said a few choice words that I'm not really proud of.

If there is one thing I can't stand it's petty power struggle people who pull rank just to prove a point, and in so doing, lose business, piss off customers, and for no gain.

I can totally understand them not wanting people lined up at the counter, smoking away, and having it go in their face. But this was just stupid, and I'd done everything I could not to have any smoke go near the counter, short of putting out my $22 Davidoff. And that wasn't going to happen.

I know some of you are going to think that the rule is a rule and she was just making sure I followed the rule.

But for me, it was just a sad last straw. I couldn't even sit and have a smoke and play a few 50 cent games of keno without someone shitting in my ashtray.

I took my cigar and sat outside in the driveway, where I wouldn't offend anyone.
Oh Flushiepants, what has become of the savvy you?




If you want to have some class
Don't smoke in line or be an ass
Keep your cool and pay your dough
And you will get to play ken-o.

Burma-Shave.





12 comments:

  1. Sung to Deep Purple - Smoke on the Water

    Flusher came out to El Cortez
    Cause he wanted to get a Royal Flush
    The VP machines weren't paying out
    You know he didn't have much Luck
    So he went to eat some pizza there
    but it was greasy as F@$K
    So he went to play cheap Keno and a cigar puff
    But some crappy casino mananger got into a huff
    Smoke in the Keno Line, a fire in his eyes
    Smoke on the Keno Line, a fire in his eyes

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    1. I am as good a Keno player as the bass line calls for in that song. ;)

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  2. Sorry Flushiepants, I agree with QQ, it was a rant. You are having a bad trip and everything starts going bad. Hopefully you have something that gives you good Karma and gets you out of this funk. I have read I think all of your trip reports and this one I can feel desperation and bad funk. This is dmjewel.

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    1. Oh yeah, the stank of desperation. Desperate money loses too. That's why I always try to improve my mood through a comprehensive set of relaxation therapy beverages.

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  3. I also read all your posts. My advice is to "stay in the now". we have all been there, but today is a new day. Be grateful!!!! Look for some natural beauty today, enjoy the sunshine!!

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    1. Thanks for reading! I always remember to stay in the now when the now has become the back then. Seriously, it's good advice. And I did enjoy the sunshiney next day starring my favorite steel drum player, as you will read.

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  4. Royal, this is painful to read and I try to imagine how painful to be you at that time. Magical words to ease the pain escape me...

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    1. It was pretty sucky. Sometimes you just hit like there's no tomorrow. And then sometimes it's tomorrow.

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  5. 3 days...no updates.... :-( This is worrying

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  6. As far as Pizza Lotto goes, remember - Lotto is another word for "sucker bet".

    P.S. - I live in NYC & don't think I've ever seen a NY slice that skinny!

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  7. You should check out Pizza Rock if you haven't already. My favorite pizza in Vegas, or outside Chicago, for that matter.

    Viva Las Vegas

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