Vegas Picture Diary, Day ?
Friday, 19 June 2009
Let’s discuss the phrase “Fortune favours the brave.” It’s a good phrase, snappy, well-worded. And it is true, if not the whole picture: fortune also punishes the brave. But the principle holds. Bravery invites experiences, opens you up to the possibilities of luck and adventure. Better to rush at life than let it pass you by. Maybe the punishment is also, in a way, a favour? Carpe diem. Carpe chips. “Fortune favours the brave” is a good motto for life, and an extremely good motto for a poker tournament. I wonder, then, which genius (responsible for the banners hanging outside this year’s World Series of Poker) decided that they could improve on it?
Another sign that has been making me laugh a lot this year - I don’t have my own photo of it, but it’s here on their website is for the “shoppes at the Palazzo”. The Palazzo is the classy Italian-themed extension to the Venetian. The Venetian also has shoppes. Why? WHY? Why not just shops? I understand why the shops at Excalibur are called shoppes. Everything is like that at Excalibur. It’s “Olde English” themed. You can eat at Ye Rownde Table Buffet or (my favourite) Sir Galahad’s Rib Shacke. But why have shoppes at the Venetian and the Palazzo? Does a faint sense of Dorset village fete get people spending faster in Vegas? Or do they not know the difference between England and Italy? Or is this meant to be a phonetic translation of the way a comedy Italian would pronounce the word (in which case, surely, “shoppas” ?) Or is it just a constant, obstinate misprint? I say it has made me laugh. I actually find it ABSOLUTELY INFURIATING.
I also took a photo of the breakfast menu at the Terrace Pointe Cafe, which is a fine example of something I always notice in Vegas: the way restaurants reassure customers that they will get big portions. Do they think diners will fear ordering a particular dish, in case there isn’t enough of it? It’s as though everyone here is on a special bulk-up diet after a long illness. God forbid they would accidentally find themselves, at breakfast, looking at a small croissant. Or a medium-sized sour coffee cake. But have no fear! The menu guarantees otherwise.
One thing that is traditionally tricky, in this town, is finding presents to take home. My whole family’s birthdays fall during the World Series of Poker, so I always want to get them things while I’m away. But there is nothing on sale except gold Buddha money-boxes, glittery clothes, novelty dice sets and hideous artworks. And so expensive! Every year so far, I have found it nearly impossible to locate anything tasteful or reasonably priced. This year, though, I have finally found the perfect gift, in the shops at Encore. Everybody will be getting one.