The Classic Vegas Night

Many tourists think a classic Vegas evening begins with Tequila shots, centers on losing your money playing baccarat, and ends with a head in the toilet (not that you'd remember). And I don't think "The Hangover" helped our case any. But really, a classic night in Vegas is characterized by nothing. Classic Vegas is completely random.

Tonight, for example, we headed to The Palms Casino to see Vampire Weekend, an indie band that has been around for a few years now and has recently gained modest notoriety in the mainstream. The occasion was a launch party for Fallout: New Vegas, a video game sequel set in a post-apocalyptic Las Vegas. I'm not sure why Vampire Weekend was playing at this event, or even how I ended up on the guest list exactly, but that's just so typical. In Vegas, you never really know what's going to happen next.

But then, before the band went on, who steps into the spotlight but Mr. Vegas himself, Wayne Newton, wearing a half-mesh black shirt and looking, well, as weird as usual. He awkwardly referred to Fallout as a "video I had to be a part of," and then sort of stood there while everyone took pictures of his plastic mug with their iPhones. Bizarre and strange.

That's all. There wasn't really a point to this post. It's just sort of a weird slice of life.