The other day I was walking down the sidewalk minding my own business, when I heard someone honk and then yell. "Hey, it's the village idiot. What's up?" The car whizzed by fairly fast, so I was unable to get a good look at who it was. After the car was out of site, I began to realize how special that moment was. The reason being? First of all, they didn't pull over and want to beat the shit out of me, and secondly, it was my first anonymous yell-out. Anyways, most people would be taken aback if someone drove by them and called them a village idiot, not me. By the way, all was not lost on the experience. I ended up getting a good look at the car. Whomever, drives a white Corolla with a personalized license tag of DICEY2U? "Hey back at ya."
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
The village idiot of Las Vegas gets the silent treatment.
"Hey man, you think I can get that girls number?" I was standing at the club with my friend Jayball. We were both checking out a Vegas mama sitting all by her lonesome on the other side of the bar. "Zip, zilch, nada, nil, no chance, but if you want to make a fool of yourself. Go right ahead," Jayball quips.
You don't know if you don't try is my attitude. So I mosey on over to the other side of the bar and take a seat next to her. My first instinct was to buy her a drink, but I only had twelve bucks, and that had to last all night. So buying a drink was out of the question. Anyways, I ask her how she is doing? She says fine. I then ask her if she comes to the place often. She says once in a while. We then strike up a few minutes of conversation and then she says, "Are you going to buy me a drink?" Again, I only had twelve bucks - so I tell her this, "I am getting ready to leave but why don't you give me your number and we can go out some other time?"
After the request, I found myself standing there for a minute. She acted as if she didn't hear what I said, so I said it again - "What do you say you give me your number and I call you and then we meet up for a drink some other time?" This time I said it directly to her face. Again, I sat there for a minute without an acknowledgement. It was awkward to say the least. She then looks across the bar and waives at a couple of people who had just entered. And without even saying 'bye,' she gets up and walks away.
You don't know if you don't try is my attitude. So I mosey on over to the other side of the bar and take a seat next to her. My first instinct was to buy her a drink, but I only had twelve bucks, and that had to last all night. So buying a drink was out of the question. Anyways, I ask her how she is doing? She says fine. I then ask her if she comes to the place often. She says once in a while. We then strike up a few minutes of conversation and then she says, "Are you going to buy me a drink?" Again, I only had twelve bucks - so I tell her this, "I am getting ready to leave but why don't you give me your number and we can go out some other time?"
After the request, I found myself standing there for a minute. She acted as if she didn't hear what I said, so I said it again - "What do you say you give me your number and I call you and then we meet up for a drink some other time?" This time I said it directly to her face. Again, I sat there for a minute without an acknowledgement. It was awkward to say the least. She then looks across the bar and waives at a couple of people who had just entered. And without even saying 'bye,' she gets up and walks away.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
The village idiot of Las Vegas and the asian whales..Part 2
Continuation of 'The village idiot and the Asian whales..Part 1
Registering my friends car was easier than I anticipated. In and out of the DMV in less than 30 minutes. Anyways, my friend instructed me to call him when I was done, so I did. "Come pick us up at Caesar's. We're checking out and going to stay at the Palm's tonight." Asians are very superstitious when it comes to gambling. If their not feeling it at one place? They go some place else. Well, I picked them up at the main entrance and drove them over to the Palms. They didn't say much, so I decided to break the ice and ask them how they fared. My friend looks at me and says. "Not good. We lost 80k."
I pull into the valet station at the Palm, and my friend asks me if I want to join them for dinner. Since I'm unemployed, and didn't have to be anywhere else, I gladly accepted the offer. They check their bags, and then we head over to a restaurant called Fusion. When your hanging around a bunch of high rollers at a casino? Waiting in line doesn't happen. The hostess meets us with a smile, and says. "The usual?" My friend nods, and the next thing I know were being whisked to the front of the line. Were then seated and before I can open a menu, three waiters are bringing us a smorgasbord. Here's where the story gets interesting.
When your a whale in Las Vegas, a host or hostess is assigned to cater your every whim. I'm sitting at the table with my Asian friends enjoying the meal, and the next thing you know? Two attractive Korean girls sit down at our table. One of them was the hostess, and the other one? Well, I can only guess what she was? Anyways, the hostess asks my Asian friends how much they were planning on playing, and without hesitation, my friend reaches into his backpack and throws five stacks of 100 bills on the table. Now, I'm a poor white guy from Kansas. I haven't seen money in so long, to tell you the truth? I've forgotten what it looks like. Curiosity got the best of me, so I asked. "Jesus, how much money is that?" My friend looks at me and says "100k and another 100k is in my backpack. I tell you what, why don't you hang with us tonight? Our luck hasn't been that good today, and we think that you might change it. Asians have a certain name for guys like you." He then told me a name in Mandarin that I couldn't pronounce correctly in a 1000 years. Basically, it translate as 'the white idiot, the white clueless'..He told me, if they had someone around them who didn't know what the hell was going on, possibly it could bring them luck.
The belief sounded a little strange to me, but lately? Life has been awfully slow for me, so when he made the offer to join them for the night? Well, I accepted without hesitation. As we were finishing the meal, my friend told me this. "If you want to hang out with us for the night. Don't say anything, just stand there. Your being used as a good luck experimentation." I nodded in agreement..I'm going to end this post with a thought I'm having. Call it the 'village idiot' thought of the day. "It's weird, know one has ever told me that they think I could bring them good luck. Usually, people run the other way when they see me. Maybe I should rub their shoulders while they play baccarat? You know? As a sign of thanks. On second thought? Maybe not. Besides, when was the last time you hung out with some bonified Las Vegas whales? The answer to that is easy..Never."
Registering my friends car was easier than I anticipated. In and out of the DMV in less than 30 minutes. Anyways, my friend instructed me to call him when I was done, so I did. "Come pick us up at Caesar's. We're checking out and going to stay at the Palm's tonight." Asians are very superstitious when it comes to gambling. If their not feeling it at one place? They go some place else. Well, I picked them up at the main entrance and drove them over to the Palms. They didn't say much, so I decided to break the ice and ask them how they fared. My friend looks at me and says. "Not good. We lost 80k."
I pull into the valet station at the Palm, and my friend asks me if I want to join them for dinner. Since I'm unemployed, and didn't have to be anywhere else, I gladly accepted the offer. They check their bags, and then we head over to a restaurant called Fusion. When your hanging around a bunch of high rollers at a casino? Waiting in line doesn't happen. The hostess meets us with a smile, and says. "The usual?" My friend nods, and the next thing I know were being whisked to the front of the line. Were then seated and before I can open a menu, three waiters are bringing us a smorgasbord. Here's where the story gets interesting.
When your a whale in Las Vegas, a host or hostess is assigned to cater your every whim. I'm sitting at the table with my Asian friends enjoying the meal, and the next thing you know? Two attractive Korean girls sit down at our table. One of them was the hostess, and the other one? Well, I can only guess what she was? Anyways, the hostess asks my Asian friends how much they were planning on playing, and without hesitation, my friend reaches into his backpack and throws five stacks of 100 bills on the table. Now, I'm a poor white guy from Kansas. I haven't seen money in so long, to tell you the truth? I've forgotten what it looks like. Curiosity got the best of me, so I asked. "Jesus, how much money is that?" My friend looks at me and says "100k and another 100k is in my backpack. I tell you what, why don't you hang with us tonight? Our luck hasn't been that good today, and we think that you might change it. Asians have a certain name for guys like you." He then told me a name in Mandarin that I couldn't pronounce correctly in a 1000 years. Basically, it translate as 'the white idiot, the white clueless'..He told me, if they had someone around them who didn't know what the hell was going on, possibly it could bring them luck.
The belief sounded a little strange to me, but lately? Life has been awfully slow for me, so when he made the offer to join them for the night? Well, I accepted without hesitation. As we were finishing the meal, my friend told me this. "If you want to hang out with us for the night. Don't say anything, just stand there. Your being used as a good luck experimentation." I nodded in agreement..I'm going to end this post with a thought I'm having. Call it the 'village idiot' thought of the day. "It's weird, know one has ever told me that they think I could bring them good luck. Usually, people run the other way when they see me. Maybe I should rub their shoulders while they play baccarat? You know? As a sign of thanks. On second thought? Maybe not. Besides, when was the last time you hung out with some bonified Las Vegas whales? The answer to that is easy..Never."
Monday, April 23, 2012
The village idiot of Las Vegas and his ex-wife..Round 2?
"If you love something let it go. If it loves you? It will come back."
-Author unknown
It was August of 2001 when I first met my ex-wife. In some ways, it seems like yesterday. At the time, I was real estate broker. She came into the office wanting some information about how my services worked. Well, I ended up listing her house, and it sold within a week. Back then, my golden rule? Don't mix business with pleasure. The minute her sale closed? I asked her out. Fast forward another 6 years, and that nice lady who walked into my office was now my wife. Unfortunately, if you fast forward another year and a half past that, she was now my ex-wife. The reason we split? We grew apart. What can I say? It happens. I'm going to make an assumption about something. Most people reading this blog? Well, they have their own love found/love lost story. Mine sounds pretty much run-of-the-mill? Now, here's where things start to get interesting. Could there be an 'Act 2' on the way for the ex and I?
"What's going on, how is Pepper? Have you heard anything new about a job in Las Vegas?" Every week I call the ex to play catch-up. She moved back to Kansas after we split, but is planning on moving back to Las Vegas once she finds a job. She told me this."Same stuff, Pepper is good. I've got a couple messages into my old boss about a job, still haven't heard anything." The last six months, we've been discussing a reconciliation of sorts. Pepper is her toy poodle, I refer to her as my step-dog. She used to work in the Hospice business in Las Vegas, and did quite well. We both agree, the main obstacle for her finding employment in Las Vegas is simple (Out of site, out of mind). If she was living in Las Vegas? Her finding a good job would be easy. Anyways, I told her about some of the things I was working on..etc..etc..As we were about to end the conversation, she told me this:
"Remember, I'm moving back to Las Vegas because I miss it. I miss you some, but it's Las Vegas and the atmosphere that I miss most. When I come back out there, the two of us could be boyfriend and girlfriend for a while. Don't think for a second that we're going to get re-married or anything like that. Besides, the two of us were a lot better off when we weren't married." I've always admired the candor my ex posseses. My response to her statement? "Yes Mamm!"
-Author unknown
It was August of 2001 when I first met my ex-wife. In some ways, it seems like yesterday. At the time, I was real estate broker. She came into the office wanting some information about how my services worked. Well, I ended up listing her house, and it sold within a week. Back then, my golden rule? Don't mix business with pleasure. The minute her sale closed? I asked her out. Fast forward another 6 years, and that nice lady who walked into my office was now my wife. Unfortunately, if you fast forward another year and a half past that, she was now my ex-wife. The reason we split? We grew apart. What can I say? It happens. I'm going to make an assumption about something. Most people reading this blog? Well, they have their own love found/love lost story. Mine sounds pretty much run-of-the-mill? Now, here's where things start to get interesting. Could there be an 'Act 2' on the way for the ex and I?
"What's going on, how is Pepper? Have you heard anything new about a job in Las Vegas?" Every week I call the ex to play catch-up. She moved back to Kansas after we split, but is planning on moving back to Las Vegas once she finds a job. She told me this."Same stuff, Pepper is good. I've got a couple messages into my old boss about a job, still haven't heard anything." The last six months, we've been discussing a reconciliation of sorts. Pepper is her toy poodle, I refer to her as my step-dog. She used to work in the Hospice business in Las Vegas, and did quite well. We both agree, the main obstacle for her finding employment in Las Vegas is simple (Out of site, out of mind). If she was living in Las Vegas? Her finding a good job would be easy. Anyways, I told her about some of the things I was working on..etc..etc..As we were about to end the conversation, she told me this:
"Remember, I'm moving back to Las Vegas because I miss it. I miss you some, but it's Las Vegas and the atmosphere that I miss most. When I come back out there, the two of us could be boyfriend and girlfriend for a while. Don't think for a second that we're going to get re-married or anything like that. Besides, the two of us were a lot better off when we weren't married." I've always admired the candor my ex posseses. My response to her statement? "Yes Mamm!"
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Another random thought from the village idiot of Las Vegas
"I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend. You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in." Third Eye Blind-Jumper
The 95 highway is a major thoroughfare running North & South through the heart of Las Vegas. The other day I was driving down the 95 when I noticed that traffic was starting to come to a crawl. Not long thereafter, I was at a complete stop, with a mile of cars in front and behind me. My immediate thought? "I should have taken a side route. I had a bad feeling that I was going to catch traffic. Oh well, just wait it out." Here's where the story gets interesting.
I turned on the radio, and the very first thing I heard? "Stay off the 95 South. A man is standing on the side of the overpass bridge threatening to jump. Stay tuned and I will keep everyone up to date on the situation." After hearing the news? I realized the would be jumper and the overpass bridge he was threatening to jump off? It was two miles directly ahead. So, I through the car in park, knowing damn good and well that I wasn't going anywhere until the situation was resolved. About 30 minutes later, I hear this announcement on the radio.."Good news 95 travelers, the situation with the would be jumper is under control. He was taken into custody, and that stretch of highway will be opening momentarily."
A few minutes pass after the announcement is made, and traffic starts to move again. As I made my way under the bridge, that just a few minutes earlier a person was threatening to jump off of, I started thinking to myself.. AGAIN..Call it the 'village idiot' thought of the day.."I'm glad this guy was talked out of killing himself. On the other hand, if he wanted to dance with the Grim Reaper. Why did he have to disrupt me and a 1000 others? If he pulls a stunt like that again? Go threaten to jump off a cliff at Red Rock Canyon or something like that. Don't spread your misery on other people!"
The 95 highway is a major thoroughfare running North & South through the heart of Las Vegas. The other day I was driving down the 95 when I noticed that traffic was starting to come to a crawl. Not long thereafter, I was at a complete stop, with a mile of cars in front and behind me. My immediate thought? "I should have taken a side route. I had a bad feeling that I was going to catch traffic. Oh well, just wait it out." Here's where the story gets interesting.
I turned on the radio, and the very first thing I heard? "Stay off the 95 South. A man is standing on the side of the overpass bridge threatening to jump. Stay tuned and I will keep everyone up to date on the situation." After hearing the news? I realized the would be jumper and the overpass bridge he was threatening to jump off? It was two miles directly ahead. So, I through the car in park, knowing damn good and well that I wasn't going anywhere until the situation was resolved. About 30 minutes later, I hear this announcement on the radio.."Good news 95 travelers, the situation with the would be jumper is under control. He was taken into custody, and that stretch of highway will be opening momentarily."
A few minutes pass after the announcement is made, and traffic starts to move again. As I made my way under the bridge, that just a few minutes earlier a person was threatening to jump off of, I started thinking to myself.. AGAIN..Call it the 'village idiot' thought of the day.."I'm glad this guy was talked out of killing himself. On the other hand, if he wanted to dance with the Grim Reaper. Why did he have to disrupt me and a 1000 others? If he pulls a stunt like that again? Go threaten to jump off a cliff at Red Rock Canyon or something like that. Don't spread your misery on other people!"
Thursday, April 19, 2012
The village idiot and the Asian whales..Part 1
Before I go any further, it's imperative I clarify a few things for my readers. When I say whale? I'm not talking about a big fish you find in the ocean. Think of a whale in Las Vegas as person or persons who are willing to wager large amounts of money at a casino. Another thing, Orientals make up an overwhelming proportion of the whales in Las Vegas. Asians love to gamble, that's hardly news. A good friend of mine in Las Vegas is a gentlemen named Quan. He was born in Hong Kong, and moved to San Francisco when he was ten. Ever since he turned 21, his full time profession has been gambling. He called me the other day and said he would give me a 100 bucks if I would register his new car for him. Since I''m unemployed, I gladly accepted his offer. He was at Caesar's Palace and he wanted me to come pick up the car. I told him this. "OK, be there in 30 minutes. What room are you in?" He told me that I couldn't come to the room without him, and he would meet me in the lobby. Turns out, I was in for one helluva of an interesting day.
I arrive at Caesar's, call Quan, and he comes down to the lobby. I figured he was going to throw me the keys to his car, I would go register it for him, and that would basically be it. He then looks at me and says. "Hey, come on up to the suite. I want to show you what it looks like, I also have some friends of mine that I want you to meet." Quan and his buddies were staying in a high roller's suite. Now, I'm a poor white guy from Kansas, the last place on earth I would ever expect to see is a high roller's suite on the strip. So when he made the offer. I gladly accepted.
If your going to stay in a high roller's suite, the only condition attached to it? Money, and lots of it. A person or persons staying in a lavish setting like this must be willing to gamble tens of thousands, upon hundreds of thousands, upon millions of dollars in order to have such a luxury. Sounds far fetched to most people. Not Quan and his buddies from Hong Kong. They expect it. Or as he puts it.."Will just go some place else." Every whim a high roller has? The casino's will cater to it. Anyways, we make our way to the top floor of the Augustus tower at Caesars. The elevator door opens, and I step into the most lavish/hedonistic site any guy from Kansas will ever see. The main entrance to the suite was covered in marble, with a sculpture of Venus in the rotunda. As I made my way into the living room, I guess that's what it's called? A number of Quan's friends from Hong Kong were getting ready to eat. He introduces me to them, and they ask if I'm hungry. I accepted their offer, and about five minutes later, 4 carts are wheeled into the suite, with every delicacy you could imagine. This wasn't your ordinary room service. When your a high roller? The casino's have a dedicated wait staff to serve you.
Curiosity was starting to get the best of me, so I asked Quan and his buddies how much you have to gamble in order to receive such luxurious accommodations. His friend looks at me and says. "Last night we were playing 5 grand a hand in baccarat. Right now were up 180k," I read about guys like this before, but this was the first time I had actually met one of them. Quan looks at me and says. "How much do you think it will cost to get my car registered?" I didn't know for sure. So he gave me 1000 bucks and told me to call him once I was finished. I grabbed his keys, thanked the group for the lunch, and headed to the DMV. As I was leaving the suite, I started thinking to myself AGAIN.."Your a long way from Kansas Dorothy! When you woke up this morning, the last place on Earth you thought you would be eating lunch is in a high roller's suite at Caesar's." Little did I know, this was just the beginning of what was going to be a very interesting day for me.
I arrive at Caesar's, call Quan, and he comes down to the lobby. I figured he was going to throw me the keys to his car, I would go register it for him, and that would basically be it. He then looks at me and says. "Hey, come on up to the suite. I want to show you what it looks like, I also have some friends of mine that I want you to meet." Quan and his buddies were staying in a high roller's suite. Now, I'm a poor white guy from Kansas, the last place on earth I would ever expect to see is a high roller's suite on the strip. So when he made the offer. I gladly accepted.
If your going to stay in a high roller's suite, the only condition attached to it? Money, and lots of it. A person or persons staying in a lavish setting like this must be willing to gamble tens of thousands, upon hundreds of thousands, upon millions of dollars in order to have such a luxury. Sounds far fetched to most people. Not Quan and his buddies from Hong Kong. They expect it. Or as he puts it.."Will just go some place else." Every whim a high roller has? The casino's will cater to it. Anyways, we make our way to the top floor of the Augustus tower at Caesars. The elevator door opens, and I step into the most lavish/hedonistic site any guy from Kansas will ever see. The main entrance to the suite was covered in marble, with a sculpture of Venus in the rotunda. As I made my way into the living room, I guess that's what it's called? A number of Quan's friends from Hong Kong were getting ready to eat. He introduces me to them, and they ask if I'm hungry. I accepted their offer, and about five minutes later, 4 carts are wheeled into the suite, with every delicacy you could imagine. This wasn't your ordinary room service. When your a high roller? The casino's have a dedicated wait staff to serve you.
Curiosity was starting to get the best of me, so I asked Quan and his buddies how much you have to gamble in order to receive such luxurious accommodations. His friend looks at me and says. "Last night we were playing 5 grand a hand in baccarat. Right now were up 180k," I read about guys like this before, but this was the first time I had actually met one of them. Quan looks at me and says. "How much do you think it will cost to get my car registered?" I didn't know for sure. So he gave me 1000 bucks and told me to call him once I was finished. I grabbed his keys, thanked the group for the lunch, and headed to the DMV. As I was leaving the suite, I started thinking to myself AGAIN.."Your a long way from Kansas Dorothy! When you woke up this morning, the last place on Earth you thought you would be eating lunch is in a high roller's suite at Caesar's." Little did I know, this was just the beginning of what was going to be a very interesting day for me.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
A random thought from the village idiot of Las Vegas..
I was chatting with a friend of mine in Las Vegas about my blog, and he asked me this. "Why do you refer to yourself as the village idiot? Don't you think your being to self-deprecating about yourself." I told him this, "The moniker go's back a long way with me. When I refer to myself as the village idiot? It's not that I think I'm dumb, it's just the way I view myself. I see being a village idiot as someone who is willing to take a chance on things. You know? Believe in things that most people don't. Does that clarify things with you?" My friend looked at me and said. "Don't you think sacrificial lamb might be a better term for you?" My answer? "I'm going to stick with being the village idiot. You never know how that will end up? We all know how the sacrificial lamb story ends."
Thursday, April 12, 2012
The village idiot of Las Vegas talks about a burgeoning business in Las Vegas.
The San Fernando Valley in California is home to 90% of the countries pornography production. According to recent reports, pornography production in LA County accounts for four billion in taxable revenue. Here's where things could get interesting for Las Vegas. The LA county commission passed a condom rule. Basically, the condom rule is what it says it is...all actors would be required to wear a condom during filming. Couple that with the fact California is tax happy and over regulated to begin with and you see where Nevada starts to look appealing to a lot of people in the pornography business. The Las Vegas landscape is dotted with empty buildings that could easily be converted to studios. One more thing - housing and rent costs are a fraction of what you will find in the San Fernando valley.
The Village Idiot and the Oriental man..Part 1
One of my dearest and oldest friends is a girl named Sally Cornelius. Sally hails from the same small town in Kansas that I do. Sally and I have shared a love/hate relationship for the last 25 years. Now, she's not really my cousin, not blood. But, it doesn't matter, I've been calling her cousin Sally for as long as I can remember. The great thing about cousin Sally in Kansas? She just tells it like it is. "Damn! Your mother was right about you. You are the village fucking idiot. How does anyone get fired from so many jobs? Jesus boy, when are you going to learn?" I had just broken the news to her that I was terminated from my last job. The truth of the matter? I don't really care! But, cousin Sally doesn't see it that way. She ended her rant by telling me this. "I hope for your sake that one of these days you find something that works for you in Las Vegas." My response to her? "I will, or I will go to hell and back trying!"
Two things that are absolute certainties for the state of Nevada. One, online gaming will be legalized in the near future, and 2? The Orientals will continue to wager ungodly sums of money in the game of baccarat. Currently, the legislature is examining a bill that would legalize online gaming in the state of Nevada..The word on the street in Vegas? That bill will pass..The thought on the street? Once it becomes legal in Nevada, the rest of the country will follow suit.
Living in Vegas? You tend to see a lot of different things. Things you would not normally see elsewhere. After a while the shock and awe of stuff wears off, it becomes the norm. I haven't been totally desensitized, not yet anyways:) Gaming revenue for the state of Nevada last month..GULP..450 million..DOUBLE GULP..70% of the revenue is attributed to baccarat. I know a little about the game, albeit very little. Most of what I know I learned from an Asian friend of mine..I could rant all day long on the why I think the Asians would be a good target market for future business endeavors, but I'm going to save that for a later post. Think of it this way for now.."Look far and near, high and low..Look where ever. You will never see more money trade hands, than watching Asians play baccarat."
When your a village idiot? Thinking to yourself becomes common place. Basically, you do a lot of thinking to yourself because know one else wants to hear it..I'm going to end this post with a segment that I call the "VI" thought of the day. "The future of Las Vegas casino's will look like this..A mega-club for all the youngin's, a mobile device for all the online gamers, cheap tourist attractions..And the big boy? That's an easy one..Asians playing baccarat. If some how a guy can figure out how to get in front of one of these things? Who knows what could happen?"
Two things that are absolute certainties for the state of Nevada. One, online gaming will be legalized in the near future, and 2? The Orientals will continue to wager ungodly sums of money in the game of baccarat. Currently, the legislature is examining a bill that would legalize online gaming in the state of Nevada..The word on the street in Vegas? That bill will pass..The thought on the street? Once it becomes legal in Nevada, the rest of the country will follow suit.
Living in Vegas? You tend to see a lot of different things. Things you would not normally see elsewhere. After a while the shock and awe of stuff wears off, it becomes the norm. I haven't been totally desensitized, not yet anyways:) Gaming revenue for the state of Nevada last month..GULP..450 million..DOUBLE GULP..70% of the revenue is attributed to baccarat. I know a little about the game, albeit very little. Most of what I know I learned from an Asian friend of mine..I could rant all day long on the why I think the Asians would be a good target market for future business endeavors, but I'm going to save that for a later post. Think of it this way for now.."Look far and near, high and low..Look where ever. You will never see more money trade hands, than watching Asians play baccarat."
When your a village idiot? Thinking to yourself becomes common place. Basically, you do a lot of thinking to yourself because know one else wants to hear it..I'm going to end this post with a segment that I call the "VI" thought of the day. "The future of Las Vegas casino's will look like this..A mega-club for all the youngin's, a mobile device for all the online gamers, cheap tourist attractions..And the big boy? That's an easy one..Asians playing baccarat. If some how a guy can figure out how to get in front of one of these things? Who knows what could happen?"
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
The village idiot of Las Vegas..Part 1
"The village idiot in strict terms is a person locally known for ignorance or stupidity, but is also a common term for a stereotypically silly or nonsensical person."-Wikipedia
Many years ago, when I was a young lad growing up in small town Kansas. My mother gave me a certain nickname that resonates to this very day. "Boy, how many times do I have to tell you? You got to stop acting like the village idiot. Stop with all the shenanigans, and start acting like a normal person does. You need to realize this! Their is no future in being a village idiot. Some times? I think I'm raising the future king of them!" Little did I realize at the time, just how phrophetic my mother was going to be.
My name is Rob Astle, and I moved to Las Vegas six years ago. I originally hail from a small town in Kansas. When I first moved out to Las Vegas? The town was still in good shape. Now that the town is changing? It would behoove a great number of people to change with it. Recently, I read an article published by a demographer. In the article, he mentioned a number of interesting things about the town, but the one thing that really caught my attention? He stated "being audacious" as the key ingredient for future success in Las Vegas. What is being audacious? To me? Pushing things past the norm. Aiming for the next level in your life. The truth? I'm not 100% postive on what it exactly means. The goal of this blog? Find out exactly what "being audacious" is all about.
When being a village idiot is your full time occupation, you tend to think to yourself a lot. I've decided the best way to end a post is with a thought I'm having..Call it the "VI" thought of the day.."My mother was right and wrong about me. She told me their was no future in being a village idiot. For the most part their isn't. You have to be a new breed of village idiot, the kind that actually has a brain and chooses to use it."
Many years ago, when I was a young lad growing up in small town Kansas. My mother gave me a certain nickname that resonates to this very day. "Boy, how many times do I have to tell you? You got to stop acting like the village idiot. Stop with all the shenanigans, and start acting like a normal person does. You need to realize this! Their is no future in being a village idiot. Some times? I think I'm raising the future king of them!" Little did I realize at the time, just how phrophetic my mother was going to be.
My name is Rob Astle, and I moved to Las Vegas six years ago. I originally hail from a small town in Kansas. When I first moved out to Las Vegas? The town was still in good shape. Now that the town is changing? It would behoove a great number of people to change with it. Recently, I read an article published by a demographer. In the article, he mentioned a number of interesting things about the town, but the one thing that really caught my attention? He stated "being audacious" as the key ingredient for future success in Las Vegas. What is being audacious? To me? Pushing things past the norm. Aiming for the next level in your life. The truth? I'm not 100% postive on what it exactly means. The goal of this blog? Find out exactly what "being audacious" is all about.
When being a village idiot is your full time occupation, you tend to think to yourself a lot. I've decided the best way to end a post is with a thought I'm having..Call it the "VI" thought of the day.."My mother was right and wrong about me. She told me their was no future in being a village idiot. For the most part their isn't. You have to be a new breed of village idiot, the kind that actually has a brain and chooses to use it."
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