I arrived in Vegas on Sunday morning. My first impression? Bad location for the zombie apocalypse. I’m staying at the Excalibur which is sort of like living inside the bastard step-child of a Dave & Buster’s and a Medieval Times, that was raised by chain smoking carnies I’m here to work however, so I am forced to ignore most of it, although I did allow myself a small gambling budget.
During the afternoon I wandered around a few Casinos and discovered there is a Star Wars slot machine.
Star Wars. Plus gambling. If there is one thing I have learned it’s that, ignoring 50% of the movies, Star Wars never lets me down.
My entire gambling budget later I was forced to conclude that Star Wars had indeed let me down.
While walking on the strip I learned that while prostitution is still illegal, that particular law is evidently not well enforced. Periodically you find small packs of people handing out what I can only describe as “hooker trading cards”. These cards are photos, along with vital statistics and phone numbers. The people handing them out are wearing t-shirts with QR codes on them. For those unfamiliar with QR codes, they are squarish black and white nonsense looking images that can be scanned by a smart phone and direct you to a website. So it’s basically like checking out at a grocery store but instead of eggs and milk, you get a painful STD and and awkward conversation with your wife.