… you’re not missing anything, I’m afraid. The skies are battleship gray and likely to remain so the rest of the week, dampening attendance at CityCenter‘s pocket park. On the other hand, that’s perfect weather to stay indoors and gamble, isn’t it? Of course, some of the newer hotel rooms are so nicely appointed you might not want to leave them anyway unless you where in search of a meal. The message of Las Vegas 2010 does seem to be “Gambling Optional.”
Society of Seven is back at the Gold Goast, with a new act that now emphasizes music over comedy. It’s a good deal better than what I’d been led to expect and has a Lani Misalucha-like in the form of American Idol also-ran Jasime Trias (who’s no mean talent herself). My WizardOfVegas.com commitment precludes further comment, save to say that cocktail service in the Gold Coast Showroom rates an “F,” with one overburdened waitress for the entire room, and surly bartenders to boot.
Ironically, for a city predicated on a service economy, Las Vegas’ businesses have decided that customer service is what has to take it in the neck when money must be saved. Whether we’re talking about the Gold Coast or a hopelessly understaffed Borders Book Store or what have you, prompt and plentiful service is now a thing of the past.
Thanks for asking. I’d like to thank everyone who spared a thought or a kind word for Mr. Bit. We took him to the vet on Saturday and the prognosis is grim: cancer in the upper jaw, likely to grow. He might be with us another year but the doc didn’t seem to hold out much hope. All that can be done now is make his quality of life as good as possible. To that end, he’s now the only cat allowed in the master bedroom. Also, he’s displaying excellent appetite, not to mention being friendlier and friskier than ever. It’s like he’s the one who’s comforting us … but he’s always been a remarkable fellow.
