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| - It's not a vacation unless there's a Hard Rock stop involved. No matter where you travel, you can find one. And find one you must so that you can get a Hard Rock shot glass from whichever city you happen to be in. Well, for me, anyway.
In all honesty, most of the casinos in Vegas look the same after a while. Sure there are bells and whistles that they add in order to try to outdo each other. But at the end of the day, they have the same things: a building with lots of lights and a potentially weird shape for its gimick, casino, mostly naked women, clubs with obnoxious cover charges, and expensive restaurants.
But Hard Rock stood out just a little bit to me. Maybe it was because they had the only bartenders who carded me the whole weekend. Maybe it was because the craps dealers were a lot of fun and kept calling me "Lady Luck." Maybe it was the hot, but not impossibly hot pole dancers who didn't make me feel bad about my own body. But it was most likely their hard rock soundtack, something you would expect from the name sake. It was very refreshing to walk into a casino that sounded more like a spiffed up and updated dive bar juke box rather than like a bad day at Movin' 99.7* like the other casinos.
*Please know that I hate Movin' a little less since they wised up, saw a brilliant opportunity, and hired on Fernando and Greg.
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