Vegas. Funny old town. You’d think it would be the gayest place on Santa’s green earth what with the sparkles and the showgirls and boys dancing around in tight-fitting costumes and Seigfried and Roy. But nup. Strangely straight with the shonkiest gay scene this side of Doncaster (prove us wrong, Vegas!)
But at least one casino/hotel (same difference in Vegas) has noticed that the pink pound and dollars out there could very easily be exchanged for chips of varying colours. Paris (the one with the ‘Eiffel Tower’) has decided that in the face of Caesar’s Palace putting on a long line of gay icons – Celine, Elton, Bette, Cher, Tina T – it will put out an ad with two jacks fondling each other.
Pack those bags, Leonard, we’re off!
I went to Vegas once. I lost it all on the slots.
Keep away from the slots. How many times do I have to tell you, Pilar? Slots is EVIL.
It has got the Spotlight Lounge though which somehow manages to be even seedier than it’s sister bar in LA…..