A post by Maynard
With Tammy making plans to take the show down the road to Las Vegas and follow up on OJ’s latest adventures, I’m wondering what recreations we can recommend to her. Other than the plentiful gambling and shopping and shows, of course. Here are a few eclectic notions:
Take a flight in a space plane. Zero G will take you up in a cavernous airplane, which will then do parabolic (free fall) maneuvers so you can experience a few minutes of weightlessness. It’s unreasonably expensive ($3,675), but might be an interesting interlude for those with money to burn. The promotional videos show delighted people flying effortlessly through the air like birds, but I suspect the reality is less idyllic: More likely most will be flailing violently, and some will be screaming in terror, while others are puking their guts out. This little adventure is being marketed through Sharper Image.
(“Weightlessness” sounds so graceful, but in fact the sensation is that of falling like a rock. It’s like on a roller coaster where it goes straight down. Consider that the people on the space shuttle and the space station are subjected to this 24/7. It takes some getting used to.)
A “poor man’s version” of the Zero-G thing might be a visit to the FlyAway. I tried this once, many years ago. You dress up in a baggy jumpsuit and stroll over a vertically-mounted aircraft propeller and try to do an impression of The Flying Nun. A cute notion, but it doesn’t work very well. No wonder Sally Field morphed into a moonbat.
Ah! Now here’s a “Tammy” thing! In Nevada, you can rent a machine gun! Lots of fun for tourists, especially from abroad where the citizens are treated even more like children than we are. Here’s a video from one of various shooting ranges showing off their wares. (I know nothing about this particular store, so I’m not recommending it; I just found their video.)
Of course you can venture north across the county line to Pahrump and buy fireworks.
Finally…Maybe I’m easily amused, but I find it interesting just to page through the Las Vegas Yellow Pages. As I recall, there were two huge categories, covering literally hundreds of pages, with endless display advertisements. Can you guess? One was “Entertainers” and the other was “Attorneys”. The attorneys I could do without, but I was encouraged to see the pleas from all those people who wanted nothing more than to come to my room and entertain me. Note that prostitution is not legal in Clark County, so there is a limit to how entertaining the visit can be. (No, I didn’t have any particular interest in actually engaging an “entertainer”; I just habitually look through the local phonebook to get a flavor of a place.)
Some of those HBO Taxicab Confessions shows have been taped in Las Vegas. I found them to be a disturbing and intriguing peek at a bit of sin city’s seamy underside.