Fireside Magic
The Madame and I have only just returned from a fabulous evening sampling the delights available to the knowing scenester at the northern end of The Strip. Back when I first started working at the music store, a guy came in looking for a new mic for his stage act. Since everybody in town is in show business -- and since they aren't any truly well-stocked music stores in Las Vegas yet -- this wasn't and isn't a terribly unusual occurrence, but this guy had a friend in common with Ed the Lounge Lizard and they got to talking. The guy turned out to be one of the features magicians in The World's Greatest Magic Show over at the Greek Isles Hotel & Casino, and he hooked Ed up with four comps to the show. And Ed, who is truly a man among men, passed two of these comps on to me, saying, "Hey, man, show your wife a good time."
So tonight, we finally got around to cashing in those two comps, and we saw the show. The magic was excellent (dudes who can make birds appear out of nowhere really blow my mind... as do guys who can turn a napkin into a snowstorm), and the seats were very fine. The best part, though, was that we somehow wound up being some of the only people in the crowd who were not on a tour of Las Vegas from Norway. Yes, that's right: no matter how far you get from Minnesota, the Norwegians will find you. Good fun indeed.
After the show, we headed over to the grooviest bar in which I have ever had the pleasure of quaffing my thirst: the Peppermill's Fireside Lounge. For a guy like me who always called his dorm room the Ultra Lounge, having a drink at the Peppermill is like going on the Hajj. I'm talking about a room with a flaming water feature; where all the seating is pink, plush couches; where the only light comes from pink and blue neon and there are fake cherry blossom trees surrounding everything; and where every little nook has its own plasma TV showing the most eclectic selection of music videos you've ever seen. My drink this evening was the aptly-named Chocolate Chip Cookie (a mix of vanilla vodka, Godiva dark chocolate liqueur, and ice cream... yum), and The Madame took down a "Rosatini". There is nothing cooler in the world that enjoying strong drink in a groovy Heffed-out grotto with somebody like The Madame. An excellent evening out in our new home town.
So tonight, we finally got around to cashing in those two comps, and we saw the show. The magic was excellent (dudes who can make birds appear out of nowhere really blow my mind... as do guys who can turn a napkin into a snowstorm), and the seats were very fine. The best part, though, was that we somehow wound up being some of the only people in the crowd who were not on a tour of Las Vegas from Norway. Yes, that's right: no matter how far you get from Minnesota, the Norwegians will find you. Good fun indeed.
After the show, we headed over to the grooviest bar in which I have ever had the pleasure of quaffing my thirst: the Peppermill's Fireside Lounge. For a guy like me who always called his dorm room the Ultra Lounge, having a drink at the Peppermill is like going on the Hajj. I'm talking about a room with a flaming water feature; where all the seating is pink, plush couches; where the only light comes from pink and blue neon and there are fake cherry blossom trees surrounding everything; and where every little nook has its own plasma TV showing the most eclectic selection of music videos you've ever seen. My drink this evening was the aptly-named Chocolate Chip Cookie (a mix of vanilla vodka, Godiva dark chocolate liqueur, and ice cream... yum), and The Madame took down a "Rosatini". There is nothing cooler in the world that enjoying strong drink in a groovy Heffed-out grotto with somebody like The Madame. An excellent evening out in our new home town.
posted by Buckwalter at 9:43 PM
1 Comments:
Can you really quaff your thirst? I think you can quaff your thirst away, or quaff a beverage, but quaff your thirst...hmm...I'll grant you the artistic license for the usage, though, since I don't think I've ever braved the quaff in sentence, not that you need my approval to use so sweet a word as quaff. So put that in your drink and quaff it.
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