Tag Archives: Las Vegas

Location, location

I’m watching Food Network Star right now, which has been in Las Vegas for the past couple of weeks.

But it certainly doesn’t look like Vegas.

food network star vegasEvery time Bobby, Alton or Giada — the show’s three hallowed hosts — stand before this season’s contestants to set up a challenge, it looks like they are shooting the episode in an empty room. Or vacant parking lot.

Food Network goes to such great lengths to clear out the ‘normal folk’ during production, Vegas looks nothing like the manic city I have experienced every time I’ve had the chance to visit.

Why go to the expense of using Vegas as your backdrop if you’re going to make it sterile and still?  You might as well fake the whole thing at the Food Network studios here in New York City.

The show’s producers must have heard me.  They just announced this week’s survivors are coming to Manhattan for the remainder of the season.

That will probably look like Cleveland.

 

 

By Grabthar’s hammer

As I’ve mentioned here before, I’m a Star Trek fan.  But not so big that I would attend the annual Creation Star Trek Convention in Las Vegas (or even notice an article about it until months later).

But notice it today I did.

Trekkers at the convention attempted to rank all the movies in the franchise from best to worst.  It’s no surprise that Star Trek II Wrath of Khan topped the list, and even less that the most recent Star Trek Into Darkness landed at the bottom.  After all, these are the most rabid fans.

And the movie these Trekkers placed in the #7 slot?

Galaxy Quest

Galaxy Quest, a hilarious 1999 send-up of the series and its fan base.

During the convention, Quest held the #1 and #2 spots early in the voting before slipping to the halfway mark to split the other 12 Star Trek movies.

Makes me like these geeks even more!

Blackjack and music and comedy

Sin City, I am in you!

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Fifteen years ago, when I made my first trip to Las Vegas, I stayed at the New York New York Hotel. At the time it was fairly new to the strip, and a bit trendy.

For me it was also a tad bit aspirational.  I didn’t live in NYC at the time and wanted to…why not get some good karma?

We have returned there. This time the property was simply a deal…and a fun reminder of home. But I still want to ride the rollercoaster.

May have to do that on my own. (Not everyone appears to have packed their cahones.)

Next stop — Rock of Ages and Ray Romano!!

Double or nothin’

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Guess who’s headed to VEGAS??

Come on…guess.

I’ll give you great odds.

Gotta love those sparkly dice, am I right??

VEGAS, BABY!!!

Get the message

I love watching movies on the big screen. Many of my friends prefer to stay at home.

Price is only one factor.

They hate having their movie ruined by chattering, texting, rude people in the theatre.

Let’s face it — it happens more often than not.

And it might be getting a lot worse.

At a recent CinemaCon panel in Las Vegas, movie executives from Regal and IMAX chains said they both had discussed allowing texting during movie screenings to make the experience more interactive for younger viewers.

NO.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.

It’s bad enough already, with cellphones randomly lighting up the theatre and distracting your eye from the screen.  Imagine what it would look like if they were on throughout the film.  The incessant clicking.  The chatter as people shared text messages.

If movie executives want to lose customers, it’s the perfect business model.

Text them that.

Flashback

If you read The Egg with any regularity, you know I was in Vegas last weekend.  I worked.  I gambled.  I came home.

Or so I thought.

Recent photos on Facebook have revealed that I not only stayed in the same hotel as a good friend and former boss –we worked together almost 20 years ago — but I unknowingly met and spoke to his then future daughter-in-law in the elevator.

What the wha??

We were all staying at the Aria Las Vegas.  I was leading a workshop at a conference.  When I spoke to Britt — I didn’t know her name at the time — she told me that she was getting married on 9/10/11.

She was all smiles, of course.  I complimented her blonde updo and wished her all the best.

It was nice to think of weddings as I went off to work.

Little did I know — until I spied the photos today on Facebook — that I knew Britt’s future husband and in-laws.  Had worked with her future father-in-law for three years.  Could have scored an invite to the reception, at the very least.

It’s a small world, after all.

Let’s go flying

As I write this, I’m flying home from Vegas.

Yes, I’m flying on 9/11.

I have flown on the anniversary of the attacks almost every year since 2001.  I won’t lie; it does give me a moment’s pause, but only because that date is etched on my mind as it no doubt is on yours.

But to refuse to travel today would mean the terrorists won.  To be scared to go about my day-to-day activities…to be frightened to be in or to live in New York City — is ridiculous.

I refuse to live in fear.

Plus, if I had flown another day, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet the couple from Switzerland on my flight today.  They just completed a three-week motorcycle tour of the western US.  On Harleys.  Had the leather jackets on and everything.

Now, that’s the American way.

Sin skin

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

But what happens when it doesn’t?

I’m in Sin City this weekend on business and, after my meetings yesterday, was getting the lay of the land at the Aria Las Vegas hotel and casino, since it’s new to me (and Vegas).

As I’m walking around seeing the sights — and the people, who are always a sight in Vegas — I spied a tattoo or two or three.  And it got me thinking:

If you get a tat in Vegas, that certainly doesn’t stay in Vegas.  That sucker comes home with you.  (And depending on where it’s located, everybody knows about it, too.)

Vegas offers some doozies to remember your adventures by. 


 

 

 

 

Wonder which tat I’ll pick?

That reminds me…

This is how I visualize my thoughts today…

Colorful.  Chaotic.  Going off in all directions.

Makes it kinda hard to string sentences together. But last night, this kind of disjointed thinking actually led to a fun conversation with a friend.

Rory and I were walking through the neighborhood before dinner, and I checked the time on my phone.  As I scrolled through the apps, I thought about playing blackjack as we strolled along.  That made me think of Las Vegas.

I wanna go to Vegas.

That reminded me of my very first trip Vegas 13 years ago…which reminded me of my very good friend who went with me…which reminded me of his birthday coming up soon…which reminded me that we need to discuss his visit to New York City.  Which led to a phone call.

All because I almost played blackjack on my phone.

Can I have a ‘woot woot’ for chaos?

Watch and win

If you love all things shallow — as we do here at The Sticky Egg — plump up your couch cushions and get comfy.

Shallowness is being serenaded, crowned and presented with sparkly awards this weekend on TV.

It begins Saturday night with the 2011 Miss America pageant — LIVE from Vegas! — and wraps up on Sunday with the ever-entertaining Golden Globe Awards, hosted by Ricky Gervais.

If you think about it, these two programs are a lot alike.

Both get their fair share of criticism.  Miss America because it’s a pageant, which many feel is an antiquated idea in this day and age with its swimsuit competition that displays the contestants’ “good health and fitness.”

And then, the Golden Globes, whose nominees are voted in by the Hollywood Foreign Press, which consistently selects those actors and projects who launch the most effective (translation: swaggeriffic) campaign.

Both programs also seem a bit dated.  Miss America‘s production values have always been a tad behind the times — far less glitzy and polished than the Donald Trump-produced Miss USA and Miss Universe.  And the Golden Globes still features a sit-down dinner at their show, which most other awards have abandoned due to the danger of mixing celebrities, alcohol and live television.

Personally, I’ve always found the folksiness of the Miss America broadcast to be part of its charm.  I like making fun of the contestants and the show.

If it gets too slick, where’s the funny in that?

Same goes for the Golden Globes.  The stars drinking at the show practically guarantees that something is going to go wrong on live television, which is way more interesting than the overly-produced Oscars.

So, pull up a chair — or your DVR — and watch all the beauty queens and movie stars put themselves out there for crowns and trophies.  There will be tears.  There will be joy.

And there’s bound to be a bobble or two — do you really want to miss that??