I was looking for something to do on a Monday in Vegas. It used to be that there were many options. Now there are only a few. A Google search lead me to the website, Ticketfly. There I saw presale tickets to Marquee of XS for $30 for men. Not looking to commit, I figured I’d buy the tickets at the door or on the app when I arrived.
I made the choice to go to XS and was told that the cover was now $50. I was also told that the TicketFly tickets were no longer available for online purchase. Since only suckers pay the full cover charge, I tried my old Vegas tactic of smooth talking the doorman to get in for free, a plan that has a 96.45% success rate. After exchanging pleasantries, the doorman said there was nothing he could do. A bit surprised, I turned to the second best alternative—a bribe.
In the old days, a simple handshake with a decent denomination of money would get me and my friends past the line and include cover. Today, this practice is dead. The doorman said he wouldn’t accept money and that no one does so anymore because everything is monitored and accounted for. Bewildered, I walked away and came up with another plan. I spotted an idle BlackJack dealer and told her I was going to play one hand and win the cost of entry. She dealt me a twenty and was showing a face card. I told her that she better not have BlackJack. She did not. She had 12 which quickly turned to 22. I won and was on my way to mischief.
Sam Rothstein’s Vegas died a long time ago and now my Vegas is dead too.