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Hard Rock Cafe, Las Vegas

Hard Rock Cafe Guitar Las Vegas

As you may notice, I took this picture from the passenger seat of our car.

I took it from the passenger seat of our car because I wasn’t taking the picture from the sidewalk, getting ready to walk into the casino.

I wasn’t walking into the casino because I seem to have misplaced the younger, cooler version of myself.

These days (years?) I don’t want to stay up till five in the morning. Plus, I just hate being around all those drunken crazies who think that “Sexy, Party Clothing” means:

For Women

  • A scarf for a top (I kid you not, I saw it with my own eyes!!!) 
  • A three inch long mini skirt 
  • Heels so high they end up walking barefoot or with that awkward ‘bent-knee limp/drag’ technique 

For Men

  • So much cologne it gives anyone who passes by a headache
  • So much hair gel it looks like a rubber hair wig 
  • Shirts unbuttoned down to the navel
  • Pointy-toed shoes (Why?) 

Anyway, I enjoy the Strip like any other local: driving by from the safety of my car.

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