I don’t mean to sound superior, but I thought all this was common knowledge. Now I’m wondering what kind of childhood led me to know all this stuff. Oh dear.
The one time I visited Los Vegas, I was just passing through and stayed for the night. I stayed at a cheap-ass Motel 6 in a nondescript part of town that really was in the city of Los Vegas.
I had a few hours to kill so I made my way to the Strip (I have NO recollection of where I parked) and kicked around there. I was just in time to see that Volcano show at the Mirage. I missed seeing them throwing a sacrificial virgin into the volcano.
I tried to teach my pre teen daughters about the futility of gambling at McLarin. While they watched, I put a quarter into a slot machine, and they saw me get $75 back for that 25 cents. Oh well . . .
I’ve had a nice time within Vegas city limits, roaming around downtown by the Golden Nugget, & seeing my cousin get married at a classic Vegas chapel.
My daughter is getting married next year and we’re having the reception at a bar on Fremont (ceremony is at Red Rocks).
This has nothing to do with the OP, but I just thought I’d share : )
Thanks! It’s an early reception, so we’re going to turn the whole party loose onto Fremont around 5pm on a Friday. I’m thinking some post-wedding zip lining is in order.
My folks had 6 underage kids in tow through the Circus Circus casino (sometime in the 1970s) - they got a stern talking to from security when mom stopped to put a nickel in a slot machine. IIRC she was somewhat offended - of course she wasn’t going to allow any of the kids to gamble - but we moved along.
Back in the seventies, when Atlantic City had recently legalized gambling, my family took a bus trip down to the city. My brother, my cousin, and myself naturally did not want to spend the day hanging out with our parents so we were allowed to go off on our own.
At this time I was fourteen. My brother was twelve and our cousin was sixteen. None of us looked any older than our ages and we didn’t have fake ID’s or anything.
Despite this, we were allowed to not only enter casinos all day long but to gamble as well. We didn’t play any tables but that was by choice; we played slot machines. We were never asked for ID’s. The only place that seemed to have any issues with our ages was the Playboy Club; they allowed my cousin and I to enter (and play the slots) but they didn’t let my brother in.
In retrospect, I’m amazed that the casinos had such a casual attitude to underage gambling.
I’m using “City Of London” to refer to the historical City core on the northern banks of the Thames. The part that’s actually called London rather than Westminister or Southwark or the like.
Looking at the map, it appears Sam’s Town (Flamingo and Boulder Hwy) is just outside Paradise limits. So…what “city” is Sam’s Town considered to be in ? Just county land ?
I’m in Las Vegas now, for the night, and lemme just say that y’all need to figure out the concept of “runoff” and “storm drains.” That downpour that just came through had me driving through enough water that I thought I was making an amphibious landing into my hotel.
Vegas doesn’t even have sidewalks. If it is Vegas. At least between the Strip and the Palms should you be foolish enough to walk instead of taking the shuttle.
During the 1980s and 1990s, if you paid for your trip with a Citibank credit card, your bill would have come from The Lakes, Nevada, which is officially not part of Las Vegas, but is entirely surrounded by Las Vegas. And it would have had ZIP code 88901 or 88905. (88xxx zip codes normally indicate towns in southern New Mexico.)