Welcome to Hard Rock
Around this time of year, I start thinking about planning my Christmas vacation. More than a few of them have been in Las Vegas, right here at the Hard Rock Hotel. When I walk inside and hear someone say “Welcome to Hard Rock”, I know I’m right where I belong. It’s like a home away from home for me.
This shot is one of those things that leaves me with mixed feelings. It’s just a snapshot that I took with my Nikon Colpix P7000 camera, which is not exactly the sharpest camera & lens in the world. On the other hand, it’s a path that leads to something near and dear to my heart — the Center Bar. Just a nice, round bar with a domed ceiling. Part of the reason I like it is because of the way domed ceilings carry sounds. You can hear the conversation on the opposite side of the bar better than the person next to you. It brings out my inner sense of espionage from the old days. Spying doesn’t have to be dangerous — just clever.
The conversations I’ve overheard in this bar are more amusing than any other bar in the world. Maybe it’s because the sound quality is so great, even when it gets very noisy at night. The Hard Rock attracts people of all walks, but my favorite types are mostly the douchebags who like to yell “Vegas, baby!” or “What happens in Vegas.…” all the time. People who are excited about clichés are simultaneously annoying and entertaining, particularly when they’re trying to pick up a girl and then discover she’s a hooker. One minute the guy thinks he’s the hottest thing in the world and the next you hear this sound of utter deflation. Welcome to Hard Rock.
It’s not like I don’t enjoy other resorts in Las Vegas; I do. In fact, there are a lot of things going against Hard Rock for most people. It’s off the Strip. It lost some of it’s original soul when they added on a new tower and replaced The Joint with a new concert hall. Yet, my favorite breakfast in Las Vegas is at Mr. Lucky’s. The staff is always friendly to me. The music is great. The beds are comfortable. The people are crazy in a mild sort of way. It’s the kind of place where I found some guy passed out by the elevator in just his black underwear and socks. It’s a place where you can find yourself in an interesting conversation with people from all walks of life.
For most of you, these aren’t your typical Christmas holiday experiences. When you travel alone, you take your conversations where you find them and make the most of the experience. This place is more of a melting pot than New York City. Welcome to Hard Rock.