Recently got a new camera. These photos came from photo shoot #2. It started off as a silly idea about misusing household appliances...but then somehow transformed into a dark social commentary on consumerism and traditional gender rolls. Really odd how that happened. Pictures came out pretty, though.
Does anybody love Little Shop of Horrors as much as I do. Strange, strange movie. Anyway, last week I went to the G2E gaming expo and checked out all the new gaming devices (tons of automated blackjack machine variations), and the coolest thing I found were these LSoH slot games. You can read my story about 'em by clicking HERE.
I believe the girl on the piano is "doing the mashed potato." Anyway, you can read my Las Vegas Weekly story on Pete's Dueling Piano Bar by clicking HERE.
What I'm Thankful For: Carl Winslow, Sliced Pineapple, and the Dollar Store (i.e., my early Thanksgiving Post)
If you're intrigued, then you can read the full LAS VEGAS WEEKLY story by clicking HERE. And here's the introduction...
If you watched sitcom television in the 1980s, you probably remember that on Thanksgiving you’re supposed to go around the dinner table and say what you’re thankful for. You probably also remember that, ultimately, the only acceptable thing for which you can be thankful is “family.”
Yet, saying you’re “thankful for family” is kind of like saying you enjoy eating pizza or that you’re attracted to Megan Fox—it goes without saying. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with eating pizza or desiring Megan Fox in moderation. But if you spend all your time eating pizza in fantasyland, you’ll never make it to the new Hawaiian restaurant down the street, which is particularly unfortunate for you, seeing as the cute server who works there just broke up with her boyfriend.
This analogy carries over. When you say you’re “thankful for family” every Thanksgiving, your gratitude muscle atrophies. So earlier this week I ventured out into this uncertain city to find a new person, a new place and a new thing for which I could be thankful.
Pete's Dueling Piano Bar opened at Town Square this week. I went on opening night and had a really fun time. Those piano players have more shtick than a Liberace impersonator doing a kids party. And the audience ate it up. Hopefully I'll get a chance to audition to be a piano player there before I leave for Chicago/Michigan next week. What a fun, fun job that'd be....
(Photo Credit goes to J. Ludwig at Night Vissions)
Who does this? Who eats HALF a banana? My roommate, apparently. And it's gross; they get all brown and mushy...and who wants to eat that? My roommate, I guess. Anyway, I saw this in WalMart yesterday, so I got it for her. A banana saver. Save The Bananas!
The trouble wasn't that the guy wouldn't shut up; the trouble was that everybody at the table (except for me, obviously) was EATING UP everything this guy was saying. "I'm a professional gambler. I'm a sports bettor. The reason I look ten years younger than I am is that I sleep with a different woman every night." That sort of thing. And EVERYBODY was buying it. At first I assumed they were just egging him on, but it soon became clear they were drinking the Kool-Aid. The guy won about $100, but he was VERY, VERY lucky. Catching all sorts of good cards. The end.
I didn't go out for Halloween. Was feeling under the weather. So I went to the gym around 11:30PM. It was dead. I go into the locker room, put my stuff in the locker...and then the ONLY other guy in the place walks out of the shower, all dripping and naked...and of course his locker is RIGHT next to mine.