I flew to Vegas yesterday to see “Journey” at the Caesar’s Palace Colisseum. It was a good friend’s birthday and they are her favorite 80s group. Masha still is in Europe after our Africa/Spain trip because she had three wedding photography shoots back in Kyiv and those are good money.
I decided to stay at Caesar’s, which I usually don’t like, because it was only one night. I already had checked in online to avoid the lines and was supposed to get a room assignment and keys. A Caesar’s employee tells me to get in a line at a sign which says “Keys and Mail”, so I do. Not many people, but everyone in the line was spending at least 5 minutes at the desk. After 30 minutes, I get to the front and remark, in an irritated voice, that my flight from LA was shorter than the “express” key line. The clerk said she didn’t appreciate my tone of voice. More irritated, I tell her the things at Caesar’s I haven’t appreciated so far, adding in the kind of language I used in the steel mill and the military.
She says she will not deal with my offensive language and is going to get a manager. Out comes a manager, in his 30s, to ask what the problem was. I start to explain it again, but after a couple of sentences he says “You from Pittsburgh?” I answer with “Originally, McKees Rocks, then Oakland and Squirrel Hill.” He says “I’m from Bloomfield. “ Then he upgrades my room, gives me my key, smiles and says “Here we go Steelers” and walks away. Problem solved.
Concert review: The acoustics in the Colisseum are terrible, but the band was in good form. Neil Schoen used 6 different guitars, 4 Fenders and 2 Gibsons, and still is one of the absolute best. Jonathan Cain did two typically horrible piano solos. Arnel is very good but will always suffer when compared to Steve Perry.
I decided to stay at Caesar’s, which I usually don’t like, because it was only one night. I already had checked in online to avoid the lines and was supposed to get a room assignment and keys. A Caesar’s employee tells me to get in a line at a sign which says “Keys and Mail”, so I do. Not many people, but everyone in the line was spending at least 5 minutes at the desk. After 30 minutes, I get to the front and remark, in an irritated voice, that my flight from LA was shorter than the “express” key line. The clerk said she didn’t appreciate my tone of voice. More irritated, I tell her the things at Caesar’s I haven’t appreciated so far, adding in the kind of language I used in the steel mill and the military.
She says she will not deal with my offensive language and is going to get a manager. Out comes a manager, in his 30s, to ask what the problem was. I start to explain it again, but after a couple of sentences he says “You from Pittsburgh?” I answer with “Originally, McKees Rocks, then Oakland and Squirrel Hill.” He says “I’m from Bloomfield. “ Then he upgrades my room, gives me my key, smiles and says “Here we go Steelers” and walks away. Problem solved.
Concert review: The acoustics in the Colisseum are terrible, but the band was in good form. Neil Schoen used 6 different guitars, 4 Fenders and 2 Gibsons, and still is one of the absolute best. Jonathan Cain did two typically horrible piano solos. Arnel is very good but will always suffer when compared to Steve Perry.
