Fine Art, Ice Cream and The Sports Book
J is still out of town. I'm broke and still job hunting. I haven't really gotten out all week, except to go to the pool (see tan lines, below). I decide to splurge and have a little solo night out at the Wynn; ie. ice cream and people watching.
It's Friday so the strip is packed. I should come here every day until I get a job just for the ego boost. I like looking at people in their Vegas Clothes. The ones they bought last week because they wanted to wear something flashy so they would stand out. Well everyone is wearing something flashy. And considering that they all bought the clothes at their local mall where the stores are the same as in every other mall in the country, it's all the same stuff. So everybody blends in anyway, in one big, bright, sequinned pile.
My first stop in the casino: the Sports Book to catch the end of the Red Sox game. (We won. Excellent.) While I'm there, I check out what the cocktail waitresses are wearing. I've taken to evaluating the different outfits in case I might need to wear one in the near future (it's looking like a definite possibility). The Wynn uniforms are the best I've seen. It's a moot point, though, since a newcomer with no experience and short, stumpy legs wouldn't stand a chance of landing a job there. I would have to start at the bottom of the cocktail waitress food chain, like out at Sam's Town.
Well, from the sports book I go to Sugar and Ice (lemon tart ice cream in a cake cone- good stuff). As I'm getting ready to leave, I stop by the art gallery and, eager to use my newly established residence to my advantage, decide to see the paintings for $6 instead of the tourist price of $15. I don't have a NV license yet. Fortunately, they accept a library card as proof.
There are about 14 paintings in a hodge-podge of different periods and styles. It's not a cohesive show, it's just a bunch of stuff that Steve Wynn owns. The audio tour is narrated by Steve Wynn himself. I immediately stop feeling so smug about my bargain as every word is a reminder that my $6 is just more money in Steve Wynn's pocket. And the narration is silly. He refers to the works of masters such as Renoir, Rembrandt and Vermeer as "delicious". Throughout the tour, he continually references Las Vegas, his own hotels and the task of bringing great art to Vegas.
Do you want to know the best part? The last picture in the gallery is an Andy Warhol portrait of STEVE WYNN!!!!!!!!
So, as I'm making my way through the casino back to the parking garage, I'm talking to J on the phone. I tell him the exhibit was interesting, but the man clearly thinks he's the King of Las Vegas. So, J says, "What's the difference between God and Steve Wynn?" Pause "God doesn't think he's Steve Wynn."
It's Friday so the strip is packed. I should come here every day until I get a job just for the ego boost. I like looking at people in their Vegas Clothes. The ones they bought last week because they wanted to wear something flashy so they would stand out. Well everyone is wearing something flashy. And considering that they all bought the clothes at their local mall where the stores are the same as in every other mall in the country, it's all the same stuff. So everybody blends in anyway, in one big, bright, sequinned pile.
My first stop in the casino: the Sports Book to catch the end of the Red Sox game. (We won. Excellent.) While I'm there, I check out what the cocktail waitresses are wearing. I've taken to evaluating the different outfits in case I might need to wear one in the near future (it's looking like a definite possibility). The Wynn uniforms are the best I've seen. It's a moot point, though, since a newcomer with no experience and short, stumpy legs wouldn't stand a chance of landing a job there. I would have to start at the bottom of the cocktail waitress food chain, like out at Sam's Town.
Well, from the sports book I go to Sugar and Ice (lemon tart ice cream in a cake cone- good stuff). As I'm getting ready to leave, I stop by the art gallery and, eager to use my newly established residence to my advantage, decide to see the paintings for $6 instead of the tourist price of $15. I don't have a NV license yet. Fortunately, they accept a library card as proof.
There are about 14 paintings in a hodge-podge of different periods and styles. It's not a cohesive show, it's just a bunch of stuff that Steve Wynn owns. The audio tour is narrated by Steve Wynn himself. I immediately stop feeling so smug about my bargain as every word is a reminder that my $6 is just more money in Steve Wynn's pocket. And the narration is silly. He refers to the works of masters such as Renoir, Rembrandt and Vermeer as "delicious". Throughout the tour, he continually references Las Vegas, his own hotels and the task of bringing great art to Vegas.
Do you want to know the best part? The last picture in the gallery is an Andy Warhol portrait of STEVE WYNN!!!!!!!!
So, as I'm making my way through the casino back to the parking garage, I'm talking to J on the phone. I tell him the exhibit was interesting, but the man clearly thinks he's the King of Las Vegas. So, J says, "What's the difference between God and Steve Wynn?" Pause "God doesn't think he's Steve Wynn."
posted by Belle at 2:09 AM
2 Comments:
I thought the Wynn Hotel was like a half-assed Bellagio. I usually go to the Green Valley Ranch or Sunset Station.
I haven't been to either one of those. I'll check them out. The Bellagio is nicer than the Wynn, but I had an errand to run near the Wynn.
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