CineVegas

Last night I came here and slept for about an hour before going to the after party. Although I was scared to cozy on up to this rickety old bed, I was feeling bad enough to chance whatever infections or bed bugs were waiting for me. I slept above the covers, but at this moment I wish that I was Zuel so that I could have slept 3 feet above the covers and have a lovely singing voice. I fully intended to go to bed around 3:00 am last night, but then Vegas got a hold of me and gave me a 2nd wind long enough to steal all of my money and keep me up until 7:00 am. I went back to O'Shea's to play some $5 blackjack, and I played my last $60 on the table. I was up over $100, and I should have walked away with some money in my pocket, but I was having too much fun drinking before 7:00 in the morning. Before I knew it, they switched dealers and all of my money now belonged to the assholes at O'Shea's. It's a fine casino, but I'm never happy when I lose money. So I came back to the Rummel Motel to rest up for a couple of hours to at least try to get my $50 of use out of this worthless place.

This place was just about as seedy as they get. I was afraid to use the bathroom, but luckily all I had to do was go #1 so that none of my body parts needed to touch any surface of this decrepit place. All of the furniture and decorations were so outdated it was ridiculous, and I started to think of how many prostitutes, drug dealers, and seedy characters have graced this inner sanctum. I never turned it on, but I am willing to bet that this TV was still in black and white and only shows 3 channels. It would be a great contrast to the Pepto Bismol colored drapes that hung sheepishly in front of the windows. Hey, at least they blocked the view outside, which was anything but stellar.

And this is the lovely view that my Pepto Bismol curtains were trying to hide from me. Thankfully I had missed this concrete cesspool when I checked in last night, but now that the veil of darkness had been lifted, it was all too plain to see. It's hard to believe that anyone had ever swam in here, and it is so nasty that not even the gnarliest skateboarder would take a chance at skating through this mess. You wipe out in that pile of rubble and you have to worry about all sorts of medical maladies that lay dormant in the deep end.

Staying here wasn't the smartest thing that I have ever done, but it sure was smarter than thinking that I could go out to Vegas for 36 hours without a place to sleep and stay up the whole time and party. That's just stupid, but I'd sure like to give it another try someday. Just as long as I don't end up crashing at the Rummel Motel.

Last night when I was feeling sick, I decided to to find a place to lay my head for a while. After a bit of driving I settled on the Rummel Motel. I don't know why I picked this particular motel, I guess it just looked like the seediest place in the neighborhood to rest my weary bones for a little while. It was across the street from the Stratosphere, which is not in a very nice neighborhood. Which is the reason why I also laughed at people on the phone when they told me that they wanted to stay there. There's a reason why the rooms are so cheap, but nothing compares to scraping the bottom at the $50 a night (for a Saturday no less!) Rummel motel. Like most things, you get what you pay for, so allow me to give you a walking tour of the beauty of Las Vegas' desert gem The Rummel Motel.

There are two different kinds of lawn chairs in this hodgepodge of Vegas crap, and I'm pretty sure that there are some pink flamingo lawn ornaments thrown in there for good measure as well. Some dead palm tree leaves make an appearance, and the obligatory beer can must have been thrown in by a drunk. What a pile of shit.