Rantings of the Crewcut Dad

Come enjoy the rantings of radio personality/comedian/actor/bon vivant Brian Noonan. Brian shares his unique and jaded views on family, pop culture,the suburban jungle and the world at large.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Love For Sale

If Sodom and Gamorrah had an illegitimate half sister, it would be Las Vegas. This is a town founded by the mob and built on a foundation of vice. That all sounds pretty good to me, but sometimes even my very open mind is a tad shocked by what it takes in.

Sex is everywhere in this town. You can't look anywhere with out some image of eroticism slapping you square in the mug. I have spent hours hypnotised behind a cab advertising the firm round back ends of the "Crazy Girls". Again, this doesn't really bother me too much. I firmly believe that Vegas is a place for adults. Even though "Daughter" has come here a few times while we were living in LA, I was never really comfortable with it. It's hard to explain to a young girl why dirty, scary illegals are thrusting cards and pamphlets at you while you walk down the street. These flyers are all offering the services of "Hot Babes Right To Your Door." I have a door, but I'm not sure I need a hot babe coming to it. That sounds like an Ok idea at about four in the morning, but in the light of day it's a completely different story. For a town that says prostitution is illegal, it seems pretty out in the open. While there is a moral objection to it all, I just find all the litter from the pamphlets upsetting. These corporate pimps need to send another team of "undocumented workers" to pick up the mess.

The Riv has a few women of negotiable affection that hang out at the bar in the lobby. Befitting the elderly clientele, these are not Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman" hookers. No , they're more like Doris Roberts from "Everybody Loves Raymond". I bet they even offer an early bird special.

People ask how you can tell if a woman is a hooker. I have this rule of thumb. If a woman is really hot, sitting alone at the bar, and she talks to me first, she's a hooker. That's why I hurry back to my room after the shows. I want to lead a monastic life. I may start gambling tonight. I'm off to explore the city. I just hope I don't turn into a pillar of salt. Later...Brian

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