Day 2 - Part 3
We went by that machine time after time after time, once we knew it had a tendency to jam up.
No, we didn't play it. But we did bring a pen.
I remembered the great coffee shop there, Sherwood Forest, which was about 3 failed corporate dumb-ass improvements that went bankrupt down the line. The space still sits empty.
|There are interesting things to see in odd places, if you look. Like this metal guy. Guarding the roller coaster with a musket.|
|Oh that mixture of commercial, fake commercial, and just plain fake!|
|The fountain on one side invites you to explore a new commercial 'concept'! The stone wall on the other side with broken fountain, invites you to 'fuck off, tourist'.|
|The cryptically named 'arena'. Someone give this an identity! Don't leave me guessing.|
Did I mention it was hot? My God it was hot. And the wind was blowing, which meant there was a hot, hot wind, which is basically what comes out of a hair dryer. Imagine that everywhere. I ducked into the back of Monte Carlo, fitting to walk through and say So Long, Loser, because MGM are going to rename that dump, now that they've completely reno-fucked the theming of it and every joint that they own.
Because MGM owns the MGM Grand (across the street), and because MGM just opened The Park, some corporate marketing dweeb who has his dick in one hand and an MBA in the other, and has never gambled, or done anything remotely worthy of what you would call an 'experience' has decided that the Monte Carlo should be renamed.... Park MGM. And on top of that, they now charge for parking.
So you will pay to park at Park MGM to visit The Park across from MGM Grand. That should lead to no confusion whatsoever.
Why don't these guys ever hire Royal Flusher? I could fill their MacBook hard drives with common sense in about 30 minutes, no MBA needed.
|I wondered what this was. Too puny for an arena.|
|The Wheel of Fortune. Get it?|
|The Ass of Fortune. Get it?|
|Where the fuck am I going to charge my phone? Gambling for hipsters.One to play the machine, and three to wear those little fucking pork-pie hats.|
|An arena ain't enough, they's addin' a the-ate-er too.|
I had a brief moment where I saw a way to eat rather cheaply...
|Five bucks a meal, but how long would they keep in my suitcase?|
|At least I was racking up steps (and quads) on the FatBit!|
The Park in Pictures - a Photo Essay by Royal Flusher.
On a 109 degree afternoon in Las Vegas, I explored MGM's new district The Park. Although primarily a retail conduit to the arena, it is filled with sculpture and abstract expressions of shape and form that draw the visitor in.
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