In a decision that could have wide-ranging implications, Foxwoods Casino Resort and Mohegan Sun have been ordered to count (and pay taxes on) “free play” coupons as though they were revenue. This isn’t a sock-it-to-the-players move like the one the Hawaii Legislature just pulled, taxing any money won at a casino (even if it’s lost right back and then some). However, the ramifications for consumers if free-play coupons are targeted for taxation are discouraging. Play ’em while you’ve got ’em.
That stale “sleeping giant” analogy has been dusted off (and I use that verb advisedly) for some pimpery of the Sahara. On the glass half-full side, classy and romantic dinner spot House of Lords has been revived. It used to be a perfect place to take your Special Someone and hopefully will remain so. It’s just off the main casino floor — the most Moorish-themed part of the Sahara and the best “retro” experience to be had in town. (Almost everything else of newer vintage is bland grind-joint crud that needs to go.)
As for the empty half of the glass, that’d be the news that owner Sam Nazarian continues to go downmarket with a vengeance. Because nothing says “classic Vegas” like a tattoo parlor and a biker convention. Worse still, the tramp-stamp place will be in the otherwise elegant main lobby, with extended weekend tattoo-ing times … since you never know when you want to do something you’ll regret the rest of your life.
This “desert jewel rich with history and nostalgia” will continue that tradition with “a wet wife-beater contest, bikini tricycle races, a bourbon paired beef dinner with leatherwear fashion show, and an all-you-can-eat beer fest BBQ with one lucky rider winning a 2009 Harley Davidson Cross Bones bike.” It’s probably just a matter of time before Nazarian converts the big rear parking lot to a trailer park, too. That’s Sam Nazarian for you: “class” with a capital “K.”
“Tina Sparkle,” flanked by Donny Osmond (evidently still in his pajamas) and Marie, who’s looking damn fine from here.
It’s old news that Donny Osmond is going to be on the next season of Dancing with the Stars, but I hadn’t known he was going to be paired with Aussie Kym Johnson. The latter is known to my Better Half and I as “Tina Sparkle” (it’s a Strictly Ballroom thing), which would make for great DWTS levity next season, except …
… for the soul-crushing news that the gorgeous and talented Cheryl Burke has been twinned with the repulsive (and potentially prison-bound) Tom DeLay, one of “Casino Jack” Abramoff‘s band of Beltway scoundrels. (Was scum-tastic sleazemeister Rod Blagojevich not available?) Bad luck for Cheryl, good news for DeLay because Ms. Burke could be matched with a tree stump and get aforesaid stump into the final three. If she could carry a woodpile like Cristian de la Fuente to the finale, DeLay should be easy lifting. It looks like he’s got the requisite arboreal quality.
Does Criss Angel have compromising photos of high-ranking MGM Mirage executives? The company’s “branding” him now, evidently having convinced itself that Believe is beyond wonderful … and never mind that 11-year-old O regularly outdistances Believe in ticket sales by several country miles. Having sunk $85 million into this Cirque du Soleil turkey, MGM is evidently going to stick with it until the last dancing rabbit is hung.
