Bad Girl's Club Las Vegas-Let the Recaps Begin!

I've decided to recap Bad Girl's Club, because it takes place in Vegas.  I've never actually seen BGC before, so I'm a little confused when it opens with girls walking into the house that looks like it's already been "lived in" as items are thrown all over the place.

I Need A Good Stiff Drink

In 2005, I was at Studio 54 and had the best dirty martini I'd ever had.  It was perfect, and it was the best thing I had all night.  I was a year into living in Las Vegas, and I thought it could only go up from there.

I haven't had a good drink since.

I'm not sure if it's the high volume of people going to bartender school, but 90% of the time when I walk into any bar at all and ask for a Toasted Almond, they have no clue what I'm talking about.  This is a drink that is every app I've downloaded for drinks, but no one seems to know what it is. By the way, it's part Kahlua, Amaretto, and Cream.

I was at Nu on a Thursday night the other week, and there was only one bartender in a very crowed place.  I took this into account for the delay in my drink order.  In fact, I waited longer for the waitress to bring my drink then I wait for most meals to arrive.  I ordered a drink that was a special to the place, hoping that they would try harder because they had created it.  It was delivered, and it was watered down blue kool-aid with not a hint of taste as to the alcohol that I had paid $13.00 for.

In the end I think this is what stopped me from clubbing often.  I kept paying so much for drinks that continue to disappoint, I just gave up.  I think back to my friend who would bring a flask into clubs and buy diet coke and mix it with her booze in the bathroom and it suddenly occurs to me that wasn't such an insane plan.

I challenge someone to please find me a place where the drinks are well made without costing a fortune in this town.  Please.  I'm so thirsty.

The end of bad neighbors...for now.

The end of the new year also came with an end to an era; our crazy neighbors moved out in the middle of the night, leaving nearly all their stuff behind.

I'd like to say that I'm going to miss all their shenanigans.  But, I'm not.  I won't miss looking out my window and seeing that I can't get out of my street because there are 5 cop cars and 2 undercover cop cars blocking my way.

I'm not going to miss when Metro chased our neighbor into his house, and then they had almost a whole hour standoff where they barricaded themselves into the house.

I'm also not going to miss when they moved out, leaving their stuff so that the owners had to rent a dumpster and left it for 3 days, full of their stuff...










Now, all that's left is...

B-I-N-G-O-!

Last night I found some unexpected free time on my hands, and I got talked into Bingo at South Point.

I was told I had to bring a small token to bring me luck.  Being as luckless as myself, I didn't really have anything to bring, so I ended up with a pocket mirror from my purse on the table.  He brought a couple that are in the picture, along with his winnings.  I'm not lucky enough apparently.

My friend decided it would be better to play electronically, so we picked up an electronic PlaySchool looking thing and our 52 some odd cards were in play.  It was exactly as I remembered it in grade school, only this time the machine would beep if I was close at all.  It beeped exactly once the entire night, and that was right as someone was calling Bingo.

Since the Kindle Fire I ordered still hadn't shipped, I decided to people watch.  Most people were chain-smoking through the whole game, but there was one little old lady sitting across from me that made my night with her shenniagians.

She came in and set up her machine, then proceed to pull a three course dinner out of her purse.  First came the salad which she ate through the first few games, then kept on moving through to the end of the meal, which appeared to be a brownie.  Then for the last 4 or so games, she took a nap.  Other people there were not that interesting, and all seemed to be big chain smokers.

I guess Bingo isn't my thing.

No Salvation from the Salvation Army

There are always those silly stories around this time of year, and I read on the internet somewhere (I think it was cracked.com, those people are fantastic) that the song Silver Bells was written by a Jewish person.  Then I read or heard elsewhere that the bells referenced in Silver Bells are the bell ringers of the Salvation Army.

Everyone sees them in front of the major stores, ringing the bells for the spare change you give out of guilt after purchasing the $300 worth of stuff that no one needs but wants.  It feels good, knowing that people in need are going to get help because of the money you dropped in that little red bucket.  I even saw on tumblr.com that someone would give all his leftover budget from buying gifts to them.  I've dropped a few bills in myself over the years, mostly to see if it would make them stop ringing their annoying bell for just a minute so my migraine could feel better.

Then I saw (on tumblr again) that The Salvation Army was against pretty much anything that wasn't Christian.  I knew they were a Christian organization, but I didn't realize that they would kick people out on the streets if they seemed gay, or only help Jewish people in need if they agreed to go to church.

I wish I was making this up.  I really do.  Please, I don't want you to think this is doctored, so I'm not going to provide a link but instead ask you to go to their website, and click on "About Us" in the top bar.  Then go to the link on that page stating "Position Statements."

It runs the gamut from Abortion and Alcoholism to Homosexuality and Suicide.  And these aren't just atrocious statements they place on their blog, they practice them daily.  I posted an article to my Facebook fan page that is brilliant, and please take the time to read it.

On their page they say "Doing the Most Good," but they are limiting who they decide to help.  People in need are people in need, and I wouldn't stop helping someone because they were gay.  I'm not Christian, but I always thought that Christ was about helping everyone no matter what they were.  Maybe someone should remind them of that.

Black Thursday Already?

On Thanksgiving Eve, a report came that people were camping out in front of a currently open Best Buy store here in Vegas.

Seriously?  Seriously?

Advertising for Black Friday on Thursday at midnight was rampant.  In fact, Wal-Mart said you no longer had to wait in the cold, you could come in and have your shopping cart full and just check out at midnight.  Even Black Friday has eclipsed itself...

1 month, 1 holiday didn't take off the way it should, because people were shopping online before they had finished their dinner rolls.  The ones in line didn't even get a Thanksgiving.  My question is, who are you shopping for if you don't even want to spend Thanksgiving with anyone?

Then it hits me; Are these people shopping for themselves?  Is shopping for deals for yourself what these people are actually doing?  If so, I'm worried for America.  I'm more worried for America when I read that the crazy people camping out in line are pepper-spraying each other.

Christmas was originally just to celebrate Christ.  It's basically a little bookend to Easter, which is also supposed to be about Jesus.  Not Candy.  Not Presents.  But then Corporate America made it about buying presents for people, in the spirit of giving.

Now you people are out pepper spraying each other over a gift FOR YOURSELF.

Bodies Exhibit; What's Wrong With Sculpture?

A few weeks ago my sister came into town, and she wanted to see Carrot Top.  I told her I'd go see him if she went to the Bodies Exhibit with me.

As it turns out, Carrot Top was out of town while she was here, so it was just the Bodies Exhibit. She had been before and didn't really want to go because it "freaked her out," but she bit the bullet for me.

I have to say, I was a little apprehensive myself. On one hand, seeing the bodies would be a once in a lifetime crazy opportunity that I really shouldn't pass up.  On the other hand...you have to wonder how these people died, how their bodies were obtained for this exhibit, and above all how did they get them to stay in these crazy positions?

As to why they don't use life-like models, this comes from their website;

As Dr. Roy Glover, chief medical director for BODIES … The Exhibition states, “Seeing promotes understanding, and understanding promotes the most practical kind of body education possible. The body doesn’t lie!” Unlike models that idealize the body through the eyes of an artist, the specimens in this Exhibition will show the body and its parts as they really exist.

A fair point I suppose, artists will always do something different for their art.  However, I had to think of it as art to be able to get through the exhibit without gagging.  Much like you just don't think about what hot dogs and sushi actual are while eating them, it was the same for this exhibit.  I had to go through thinking they were models to be able to not freak out. 

As it turns out the bodies are died from natural causes from China, and were donated to science.  I couldn't stop thinking about how this body in front of me had a mother and father and family at one time, and now they are on display, naked, pieces stripped away to educate the public.

Even though I'm glad to be educated, I feel like this is something that only med students should be seeing, it shouldn't be something that is touring the country like a carnival.