Las Vegas Post Mortem

A few leftover thoughts about my trip to Vegas. 

There was more than a little back and forth about fashion here prior to my trip, so I kept my eyes open while exposed to a large sample of people from around the world.  The fashion for men in Vegas consisted of faux hawks, vintage tattoo t-shirts and "stingy brimmed" fedoras, which I would say one out of every ten fellas under the age of 30 sported:

Oh yeah, and sunglasses, indoors.  In casinos, which are dark to begin with.  I saw one putz playing blackjack with sunglasses on.  Excuse me, dorkmeister general, but this ain't poker, you don't bluff in blackjack, you can take your fucking shades off.  They don't make you look cool, trust me. 

I also encountered a group of 20-something dudes not only wearing sunglasses but suits with the collars of their dress shirts outside the jacket, like Al Pacino in "Scarface:"

All of them.  It was like a tool troop.  "Hey guys, I've got a great idea!  Lets all wear matching outfits!  Matching outfits that would look bad enough if just one of us were wearing them, but on all of us we'll look like the 8 dorkmen of the dorkocalypse!"

Either go with a real mohawk or don't bother.  I see guys on Nickelodeon with faux hawks.  Nuff said.  I don't get the vintage tattoo thing, but we all know I'm far from an expert on fashion.  I will say that a few people are making serious fuckin' money off of this fad, as those shirts are everywhere.  And shit, you tell me which is smoother, those lame hats every other young adult male in Vegas was wearing or this dope hat:

  

I thought so.  (By the way, in the May issue of "Playboy" there's a piece about the comeback of the hat.  "Today menswear designers are increasingly including hats in their spring and summer lines...")

And do I really need to say anything about people wearing sunglasses indoors?

A common inconvenience encountered in Vegas is chapped lips.  I came prepared, but was surprised at what my biggest inconvenience turned out to be: dry eyes.  I went through artificial tears like my company goes through employees.

Having been back here in South Florida for a few weeks now, I'd take the dry desert heat of Vegas over this wet, sticky heat.  It's more uncomfortable here, and you sweat more.  Not to mention the swamp crotch.

On my flight home I sat near some guys and gals who were returning from a kickball tournament of all things.  Adults playing kickball, organized to the extreme of a tournament.  It's actually not much different than intramural softball leagues, where the games are essentially an excuse to commiserate and party.  I'm gonna look into this further.

Finally, if you can, take a trip, vacation, excursion, etc. with some friends (as many as you can round up).  Not only is it a ton of fun, but a good way to reconnect and strengthen bonds. 

Comments

[Slaygirl]

Al Pacino looked good in that but he is Al Pacino. He can do anything he wants and look cool.
Re: the hat, I still think it looks like a pimp hat but maybe you, and Al Pacino, could pull it off.

[Creepy]

It does look like a pimp hat, and I doubt I could pull it off, but I still love it.

[Lulu]

I wrote about those fucking fedoras at the Pitchfork Festival this summer. I'm SO over fashiony hipster guys (not that I was ever under them).

[Creepy]

Yeah, I couldn't see you under a fashiony hipster guy. Doesn't seem your type.