Maybe not so heavy on the love and death part, to be honest. But in my quest to venture out and experience local casinos and their greasy spoon specialties, I went into the Chuck Wagon Restaurant at the Longhorn Casino. It's a tiny, tiny casino with a miniature 24-hour restaurant built right in. And, for the money, $5.38 cents or so, it wasn't bad. The house specialty is a 8-ounce $4.99 chicken fried steak with potatoes, eggs, and toast. As usual, the eggs were over easy, and the drink of choice was water. There was a 4-ounce steak available, but it was just $1 cheaper. I figured I could handle the full one...since I was hungry, and I was already a house.
The Longhorn is one of the few old-style "western" places left in Vegas. Back in the day, they were all like this, so I have to wonder how long this place will remain.
Not a bad meal, but I like my chicken fried steak with more breading and very crispy. I'm picky about these things, but I understand that would add cost and it's important to keep prices down in this shaky economy.
The place was filled with blue-hairs and locals who seemed to eye me suspiciously as I sat and ate while listening to The Savage Nation in my headphones. It was crawling with security people for some reason, and I think somebody got spooked when I hastily took a picture of my meal and put my phone away. Maybe they think I'm a food critic. That would be a fantastic job. The Longhorn Casino is right across the street from the former Nevada Palace, by the way.
At Saver's, "The Thrift Department Store", there are many weird Darth Vader hats. It's weirder than that, because these look more like Rick Moranis' "Dark Helmet" hat from Spaceballs. Not quite visible in this (or any) shot is the Miss Piggy doll directly behind the hats.
There were many people around, but I took the chance of looking retarded and feeling like a fool by snapping a photo of myself in one of the $1.99 hats. I do this for the blog...and for the love of comedy.
Hooray for the $19.99 computer running Windows XP. Slowly. But it's got Total Recorder on it now and it's mostly being used to record Phil Hendrie so that I can listen later on my MP3 player. I know...I'm a weirdo.
Hard to see, but that's a guy living behind the trash can area of the Arby's on Boulder Highway. He used to camp out at the Car Title Loan place next door, but the cops came and made him move. He mostly sleeps all day and uses a walker to get around.
More stealthy photos taken at the bus stop in front of the Arby's on Boulder Highway across from Sam's Town. I couldn't help but notice a certain female with a trendy fashion accessory...an ankle monitor.
Taking pictures of these kinds of things is tricky, especially at a crowded bus stop full of drunks and felons. In the end I had to hold the phone at my side and snap the pictures randomly, hoping to catch a shot.
She wasn't bad looking, really. I like the thicker chicks and I have a certain history with "unstable" women. She did have a name tattooed in the area where the ankle monitor was, but I couldn't get close enough to read it.
The best evidence of what we're dealing with here. Las Vegas is full of people on house arrest. We wouldn't have it any other way.
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