The weather was lovely over the weekend so we decided to cruise around town Saturday morning and tend to chores in the afternoon. Shortly after hitting the road, we remembered we had not placed our wager on UNLV yet. Since we weren’t too far from the Stratosphere we stopped in to lay a little money down and say hello to the very capable Ed Malinowski who runs the sports book.
While there, Ed told us about Stratosphere’s Pro Football Headquarters. Every Sunday during the NFL season they open the showroom on the second floor, set up four live betting stations, stock up on your favorite stadium-style food and snacks and bring in some good looking cheerleader cocktail servers.
There’s no cover charge. You just sit back, relax and watch the games on the nine 8-foot by 12-foot, high-definition screens.
If you decide to walk around and stretch your legs during half time, you can browse the Tower Shops outside the showroom. The more daring souls (not me) can venture to the top of the tower and test their mettle against the three thrill rides located there.
With our UNLV ticket in hand, we said our good-byes to Ed and headed out.
Lunchtime found us near the Hard Rock Café on Paradise Road near Harmon Avenue. Even the directionally challenged can find this place. Simply look for the 84-foot neon guitar. It will lead you right to the entrance.
The restaurant was full of music memorabilia, including guitars, pictures, albums and outfits. The music, of course, was rock, and there were numerous screens showing videos.
The food was good, reasonably priced and locals get a 10% discount.
Since we were so close to the Hard Rock Casino we walked over to check out the Rehab pool. The nice weather had brought out a couple hundred sun worshipers on this November afternoon. There was much to see (sometimes too much), tattoos were plentiful and the music was rocking.
Most people lolled around on chaise lounges or on sofas in the cabanas. But one gentleman who appeared to be in his 70s, wearing only his Speedo, grooved non-stop to the beat, drink in hand.
There’s no cover charge and locals are welcome. Next time you’re looking for a great place to relax, have a bite to eat or enjoy a drink or two, try Rehab.
REMEMBER JUNKETS? They were those weekend getaways for gamblers sponsored by the Las Vegas casinos back in the 50s, 60s and 70s.
Your junket representative would schedule your trip on a plane chartered by the casino he worked for. The passengers got to swap stories on the flight about their bad beats, near misses and big scores.
When you landed at McCarran Airport, a limo whisked you to the casino. Your room was pre-registered and waiting on arrival. It seemed like your every wish was your junket rep’s command. He put you into shows and scheduled gourmet dinners, golf outings and shopping trips. In between you spent time in the casino. Often you lost, but you had a fair shot to win, which is all any gambler can ask. And, you were treated like royalty. It didn’t get any better.
See you around town.
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