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Showing posts with label ocean's 13. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 7, 2007

THE FAMED VEGAS IMPLOSIONS


"OCEAN'S THIRTEEN" WEEK CONCLUDES

"Ocean's Thirteen" week concludes appropriately with an ode to the grand Vegas landmarks of yore. The carpet joints that went to the big casino in the sky, making way for the billion-dollar monoliths that pepper the modern Vegas skyline.

We can almost see the boutique resorts in their heyday -- the swankified lounges; the legends in their prime performing in intimate showrooms, crisp suits were the di rigeur; skinny ties and cocktail dresses were the rage not exposed thongs and Red Bull. The casino was smoke-filled and bourban-drenched.

So, here's our ode to kitschy post-war America and, for one last time, let's say goodbye to that atomic age utopia that we'll never see again.

THE SANDS


THE STARDUST


THE ALADDIN


THE DESERT INN


THE BOARDWALK HOTEL


THE CASTAWAYS


THE LANDMARK


THE HACIENDA


THE DESERT INN GARAGE


THE TOP 10 IMPLOSIONS


and as a joke ... THE MONTECITO of NBC's "Las Vegas"


VIVA LAS VEGAS!!

A HISTORY OF GAMING IN ATLANTIC CITY


'OCEAN'S THIRTEEN' WEEK continues!

For this post, I went back into the vault. Being that George Clooney's Danny Ocean kicked off the first "Ocean's Eleven" film in Atlantic City (at Trump Plaza and Caesars), I figured we can post the history of gaming for the Queen of Resorts. It's a piece I had tremendous fun writing.
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A HISTORY OF GAMING IN ATLANTIC CITY

May 26, 1978.

For most of the country it was just another spring day.

Philly pitcher Phil Niekro handed the Braves a 4-2 win at Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium in front of a paltry 16,000; Denver Bronco wide receiver Scottie Montgomery was born in Shelby North Dakota; The Peter Fonda action flick “High Ballin’” was released; and such notables as John Wayne, Miles Davis, Lenny Kravitz and Stevie Nicks were all somewhere celebrating a birthday (we assume apart).

For gamers, though, it was a benchmark date because Resorts International, the first casino in Atlantic City opened to boffo business. The New York Times called it “Woodstock by the Sea” and they were right because the gaming floor looked more like Times Square on New Year’s Eve than a ritzy gaming hall. It’s daily win was over $750,000 and by June, total earnings would be a record-breaking $62.8 million.

Still, in order comprehend the success of casinos in Atlantic City, it’s crucial to understand why they were so desperately needed. Had New Jersey’s gaming bill never been passed, who knows what the city would look like today. Ultimately though, we all know “The Atlantic City Story” is a happy one. We see it as a redemptive case-study on how gaming – if regulated properly – can be an effective tool for urban redevelopment. So to honor the quarter-century or so of tossin’ dice on the wooden way, let’s take a stroll down memory to see how it all began.

THE LOST PROMISE
A national political convention usually provides a city with a substantial public relations and economic boost. But when the 1964 Democratic National Convention officially parked itself in A.C., the television public saw a much different resort town, once famous for attracting millions every summer. Empty hotels and bleak streets of row houses were a far cry from the legendary Steel Pier and its famed diving horses.

Most of the city’s majestic hotels like the Marlborough Blenheim, Traymore and Chalfonte-Haddon Hall were in disrepair and by 1970, they looked more like deserted crypts. City morale was also crumbling because the advent of cheap air-travel brought vacationers either west to Nevada or south to Florida. With its infrastructure weak-at-the-knees and crime on the rise, it wasn’t anyone’s shock that hotel occupancy was at an all-time low. If one thing was clear, it was that the city economy desperately needed casinos to survive.

But it wasn’t that simple.

After numerous gaming bills dying on the Assembly floor, New Jersey lawmakers were sending the message loud and clear that they didn’t want to become an East coast Nevada even at the expense of A.C., which by now had become a national punchline.

The Fat Lady was singing loudly.

THE PROPOSAL: NO DICE!
The first time New Jerseyans voted for the legalization of gaming was in 1974 with the original measure calling for casinos throughout the entire state. Since the referendum was expected to easily pass, very little pro-casino campaigning was done and in hindsight, considered a monumental mistake. Mainly due to the efforts of a homespun coalition called "No Dice," voters turned out in droves and the bill was defeated by a three-to-two margin. The “No Dice” lobbyists were relentless in their scare-tactics by exaggerating the dangers of a casino town. Their literature harped on the vices of gambling as well as the supposed moral, financial and social burden of running a such a city.

But what the “No Dice” clan failed to realize was that even in colonial times, gambling and lotteries were often detrimental to the survival of a village. The Virginia Company of London, the financier of Jamestown, Virginia, was permitted by the Crown to hold lotteries to raise money for the colonial venture. It wasn’t long before all 13 original colonies established lotteries of their own with proceeds helping to establish some of the nation’s most prestigious universities like Harvard, Yale and Dartmouth. Lotteries also supplied revenue to build churches, libraries and other municipal buildings. Once the Revolutionary War began, the Continental Congress even voted to institute a $10 million lottery to help finance the war, proving early on that that gambling can benefit the masses.

By 1976, the gaming issue was raised yet again but this time, though, its concept was considerably fleshed out. The bill was to be placed on the November ballot and called for privately-owned, state-regulated casinos only in Atlantic City. In addition, the gaming halls would be taxed with its revenues aiding the elderly and handicapped. A sly move since no referendum ever failed with a tax proposal aiming to help the elderly. It was a beautiful, philanthropic touch that helped Atlantic City get her second chance.

All she needed now was a pied piper.

THE DREAM WEAVER
In July of 1976, political consultant Sanford Weiner settled into his Atlantic Avenue office and mapped out his plan to convince voters to bring gaming to A.C.

Hired by the Committee to Rebuild Atlantic City (CRAC), it was Weiner's job to inform the state constituency that not only was a gaming bill essential to the survival of the city, but it could also serve as a tool for economic redevelopment. On the surface, many deemed him a high-priced spin-doctor with a fruitless challenge ahead. But the cunning strategist rolled up his sleeves because one way or another, he and CRAC would make New Jersey salivate at the notion of tossing dice on the Wooden Way.

He would aim to make gaming respectable and like a Picasso of persuasion, Weiner used simplicity as his weapon and specifically targeted the undecided voters in preliminary polls. With slogans like “Help Yourself, Help Atlantic City, Help New Jersey,” “YES CASINOS, Atlantic City Only” and “Create jobs, boost the economy” there wasn’t a billboard, bumper sticker or brochure throughout Essex, Bergen, Union or Hudson Counties he hadn’t touched.

By Election Day, CRAC came out swinging, clearly prepared this time for the “No Dice” clan who, by opposing gaming, unwittingly positioned themselves directly against the elderly. The voters saw the light and in the bitter cold November wind, Weiner and his staff celebrated outside CRAC headquarters because voters finally saw the potential in the state’s gaming bill.
“My friends, the city is alive again tonight!” Weiner said, addressing the crowd. “It’s not a close victory. It’s an outstanding victory! It’s party time in Atlantic City!”

A quick 18 months later, using Chalfonte-Haddon Hall Hotel as its foundation, Resorts International opened its doors with lines stretching down the boards and card sharks four-deep at the blackjack table.

THE REGULATION: AN EASY ‘ACT’ TO FOLLOW
Industry analysts have theorized that Atlantic City legitimized gaming mainly because of the state’s Casino Control Act, considered a model by other jurisdictions who seek gaming as an economic tool.

Signed in June, 1977, The Casino Control Act created the New Jersey Casino Control Commission (NJCCC), the state’s official casino regulatory agency. It’s primary function is to oversee the operation, development and regulation of the industry. In addition, the Casino Control Act also established the Casino Revenue Fund that was set up in response to the referendum’s promise to earmark funds for elderly and disabled. It’s capitalized by an 8 percent tax imposed on the gross revenue of each casino, and in turn, the state treasurer disburses the funds to programs authorized by the legislature and the governor.

The gaming act was so effective that 25 years later, 30 million visitors pass though town annually and the city boasts a redevelopment engine that purrs stronger than a vintage Ferrari. The hands-down success of gaming can be further seen when the original campaign promises are compared with the eventual results:

- In 1976, it was promised was that there would be 33,690 new jobs in the state by 1985, including 24,600 in casino hotels. Currently, a tad under 50,000 are employed. And with the opening of the Borgata Employment Center, an offsite employment office at the A.C. Convention Center, the new hotel will hire more than 4,800 dealers, slot attendants, valet parkers and front desk clerks. At press time, roughly 27,000 people have applied for jobs and 1,000 people a day are being interviewed.

- It was also promised that there would be $844 million in new construction by 1985 in Atlantic City. According to the American Gaming Association, there has been $3 billion in capital investments by casinos to date. Plus, the gaming industry purchases over $1.7 billion in goods and services from area business.

- By 1985, the New Jersey’s gaming industry would strive for $330 million in new wages. In reality, annual payroll currently exceeds $1.2 billion.

And consider this staggering statistic -- annual revenues for Atlantic City casinos are just a tad lower what the carpet joints bring in on the Vegas strip. In 2001, the famed Sin City stretch brought in $4.7 billion while Atlantic City casinos trailed at $4.3 billion.

Through the years, regulations were softened on A.C. casinos in order to be more competitive with other gaming jurisdictions. That said, deregulations eventually allowed 24-hour gaming; horse racing simulcasts; increases in slot space and the ability to give cash comps. It also eliminated the three-property limit on casino ownership, paving the way for companies like Park Place Entertainment to own Bally's, Caesars, the Claridge, The A.C. Hilton and Wild Wild West Casino. Still, even with all the deregulation, analyst Joyce Minor of Lehman Brothers says that “Atlantic City's fundamentals are still strong while other major gaming markets, such as Las Vegas, have softened.”

THE BUILDING BOOM
As soon as singer Steve Lawrence threw out the first pair of dice (he rolled a five, then crapped out), it was clear that Resorts was an instant success. Even though 10 of their blackjack tables were closed and with a shortage of changepersons, the casino was well on its way to a record-breaking $3 million weekend and had 80,000 people walking through the door daily.

The monopoly wouldn’t be held long, though. By June 1979, Ceasars Boardwalk Regency opened it’s doors in the renovated Howard Johnson’s Regency Motor Hotel. Upon opening, original owners Clifford and Stuart Perlman enjoyed much of the same riches as Resorts and eventually took in $91 million that year, surpassing their Vegas and Tahoe namesakes combined. Crowds were so large, in fact, that only 2,500 people were let in at a time.
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Bally Manufacturing also wanted their piece of the pie. They leveled the old Marlborough-Blenheim, restored the 500-room Dennis Hotel for $7 million and in December opened as Bally’s Park Place, the wooden way’s third casino. In an effort the capture the essence of bygone days, several gargoyles were retrieved from the towers at the Blenheim and preserved in the casino lobby. In July 1997, Bally opened the cowpoke-themed Wild Wild West Casino.
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In August 1980, The Brighton was the first casino in town built from the ground up, on the site of its former namesake at Indiana Avenue & Brighton Park. After a healthy opening, financial troubles soon arrived. Some say it was due to the casino’s diminutive size. Others say it was poor management. Whatever the case, it was sold two months later to the PPI Corporation, which also owned the Sands in Las Vegas. To capitalize on the famed casino and to hopefully conjure images of Frank, Dean and Sammy, the Brighton was renamed The Sands the next May. ##
The first casino to be built away from the boards was the Holiday Inn Marina casino. Bill Harrah, who already owned casinos in Tahoe and Reno, had dreams of coming to Atlantic City, but unfortunately passed away. His company interest was soon sold to Holiday Inn, but since the Harrah tag had more marquee value, the property was renamed Harrah’s Marina. Ever since it opened in November 1980, it’s been consistently one of the city’s top revenue generators and a customer service favorite.
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The last casino to use an existing hotel as it's structure was the Claridge in July 1981. When the first bet was placed, it was called Del Webb's Claridge Hotel and Hi-Ho Casino. Webb, who died in 1974, was a pioneer in gaming. Not only had he built Bugsy's Flamingo in Las Vegas, but Webb also built the Sahara, had holdings downtown in the Mint, the Sahara Reno, the Sahara Tahoe and the Nevada Club in Laughlin. After the opening, the Webb Corporation soon bought out its partners, the D’Addario group, to become the hotel's sole owners. Currently, the Claridge operates as an arm of Bally’s.
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Ramada Inns paid $20 million for the old Ambassador Hotel on and had lofty plans to renovate the structure until Governor Brendan Byrne and the Casino Control Commission put an end to what they called “patch and paint jobs.” A compromise was made – Ramada would peel the bricks from the facility and only use its steel framework. Just as construction was underway, Ramada acquired the Tropicana in Las Vegas and it wasn't long before the East Coast version of the carpet joint was open to gamers in November 1981. Soon after, the hotel constructed an indoor amusement park called Tivoli Pier, aiming to reproduce old A.C. piers of the past and by 1988 it was known as TropWorld Casino and Entertainment Resort. Ultimately, the family theme didn't work and the Tivoli Pier was closed in 1995 to make way for a new poker, keno and simulcast area which opened in 1996.
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In March 1987, the Showboat opened on the boards at Delaware Avenue with a flamboyant family-friendly casino complete with animatronic robots. On an eight acre parcel of land leased from Resorts, the initial 516 room hotel was also the first and only casino to have its very own bowling alley since it's Vegas property regularly sponsored PBA (Professional Bowlers Association) tournaments. Showboat was also the first casino to open a simulcast area as well as offer poker. Current owner Harrah’s is completely revamping the property as a state-of-the-art, Mardi Gras themed wonderland.

THE GOLDEN BOY
The savvy manner in which Sin City mogul Steve Wynn came to build in town is certainly a case study in red-blooded American Capitalism. On the suggestion of Resorts owner Jack Davis, Wynn mosied downbeach to the old Strand Motel and speak with owner Manny Soloman about a purchase. Twenty-five minutes and $8.5 million later, Wynn had his casino site for what would be an East Coast version of the Golden Nugget. Sixteen months after the deal in December 1980, Wynn’s 22-story casino opened and was city’s top dog. Profits for the first month were a reported $17.7 million – more than the rest of the A.C. casinos combined.

When it came to luxury, the smiley entrepreneur pulled no punches and made his joint as elegant as possible (plus he snagged Sinatra for a string of dates to boot). To this day, many gamers still regard the property (now the A.C. Hilton) as “The Jewel of the Boardwalk.” Wynn even had plans to build in the marina, but they were soon scrapped due to the state’s strict regulatory rules and a wee bit of competition from an equally flamboyant developer and rival, Donald Trump. Disgusted, he eventually sold the property to Bally’s for $400 million, who, in turn fittingly called it Bally’s Grand. Many gaming scholars believe that Wynn used the bulk of the cash as seed money to build his visionary Mirage in Las Vegas.

THE ILL FATED
It doesn’t take an Harvard MBA to realize that the success of gaming in Atlantic City brought tremendous promise to the area. At the peak of the building boom, 54 planned casinos were “in development.” Familiar names like Sahara, Lady Luck, Dunes and not so familiar ones like Camelot, Ritz, Atlantic Land and Golden Pyramids were all tossed about.

Even Penthouse publisher Bob Guccione wanted to open a Penthouse Casino but after continuous red tape, scrapped plans to convert the former Holiday Inn and Four Seasons into a gaming hall. Like he’d never been there, the $50 million operation was abandoned with the steel super-structure standing like a giant Erector set.

Playboy founder Hugh Hefner fared slightly better with his Playboy Casino. Built with the Elsinore Corporation on Florida Avenue, it opened in April 1981 and had problems from the get-go. Most gamers chalked it up it’s quirky three level design, narrow floors and smallish-size. After years of appeals to the gaming board for licensing, Playboy finally sold it’s interest to Elsinore who renamed the property Atlantis. Five unprofitable years later, it closed, and was the first casino in town to fail.

THE ART OF THE DEAL
Hands down, no figure is perhaps as integral to the development of Atlantic City as Donald Trump. With the exception of the Tropicana and Claridge, the P.T. Barnum-like exec has had security or asset purchases with every casino in A.C. and at one point controlled 40 percent of the city's gaming space. Known for erecting and perfecting some the swankiest joints in town, here's a brief rundown of the Donald's long history in the Queen of Resorts:

- In May 1984, he opened his first casino, a joint venture with Harrah's named “Harrah's at Trump Plaza,” located on the boards at Mississippi Avenue. It was agreed that the developer would build the 614-room casino while Harrah's/Holiday Inns, Inc. would manage it. When the Donald had issues with the way Harrah's operated, the partnership was soon severed and Trump bought them out. The hotel would eventually be known as the brassy and classy Trump Plaza.

- Hilton Hotels acquired a parcel of land in the marina land in the early '80's and started construction on what would be called the Atlantic City Hilton. After the company was denied a gaming license, Steve Wynn made a bid to buy control of the Hilton Hotels. But the Donald had other plans. Hilton quickly announced they would accept Trump’s $325 million offer for the marina site, sparking a bitter feud between Wynn and Trump. Even though the casino opened in June 1985 as the Atlantic City Hilton, brandishing chips with rainbow logos splattered everywhere, it was quickly renamed Trump Castle and ultimately to Trump Marina.

- In 1989, Trump purchased the closed Playboy/Atlantis casino hotel and named it Trump Regency, an upscale non-casino joint. In 1996, the casino became the Trump World’s Fair Casino, and operated as an arm of Trump Plaza before officially closing in October 1999.

- Conceived by Resorts founder James Crosby in 1982, The Taj Mahal was an ambitious project that had just about financially drained the company by the time he died in 1986. Trump gained control of Resorts International in 1987 and after a bidding war with Merv Griffin, negotiated a settlement in which Trump would take over the Taj Mahal project with Griffin keeping the rest of Resorts' Atlantic City holdings as well as the Paradise Island Casino in the Bahamas. When the Taj opened in April 1990, it was the tallest and most extravagant building in the state, and certainly unlike anything Atlantic City had yet seen.

IMPACT AND RECONSTRUCTION
Considering that the Atlantic City gaming industry has generated more than $7 billion in taxes, it seems that casinos have delivered in spades. Still, realizing that area housing and beautification was an ongoing issue, the state amended the Casino Control Act in 1984 to create the Casino Redevelopment Authority (CRDA).

Its projects are funded by the Casino Reinvestment Tax, which requires that operating casinos to invest 1.25 percent of their gross revenues in the tax fund either through the purchase of bonds issued by CRDA, or through direct investments in or donations to CRDA approved projects. Another measure of the CRDA was a $2 casino parking fee instituted in 1993 that would also finance infrastructure improvements. Initially, the CRDA coffers were used to construct the “corridor project” which now connects the new Convention Center at base of the A.C. Expressway to the Boardwalk and replaced blocks of urban blight.

Municipal projects that have benefited from CRDA cash include street widening, lighting, park improvements, various hotel expansions, retail complexes, historic restorations and most important, new housing construction. Since it’s inception, the CRDA has helped Atlantic City undergo an unparalleled multi-billion dollar redevelopment renaissance:

- The $268 million new Atlantic City Convention Center opened in May 1997 and was considered to be the cornerstone the renaissance. It boasts more exhibit space than any other convention center from Atlanta to Boston. A new A.C. Bus terminal opened in February 1997 and is within walking distance.

- The CRDA has funded and completed construction on almost 2000 gorgeous housing units, increasing A.C. housing stock by 12 percent. In 2001, approximately 120 new housing units were in development. It’s Millennia Square neighborhood, located in the Northeast Inlet neighborhood even offers 6 solar-powered homes.

- A $90 million renovation to Boardwalk Convention Hall has transformed the facility to a world-class entertainment venue, now home to the Boardwalk Bullies, an east Coast Hockey League franchise not to mention boxing and headliners like Bon Jovi and Bruce Springsteen.

- The CRDA also helped fund much of the $3.5 million needed to restore the historic Absecon Lighthouse, located on Pacific and Vermont Avenue. It also aided in the $4 million Ocean Life Center, a catalyst for the revitalization of Historic Gardner’s Basin.

- Other community enrichment projects include the 6,000-seat Sandcastle Stadium, Flyers Skate Zone, the NHL regulation-sized ice rink; a $3 million Boys and Girls Club; the Mayor J. L. Usry Child Day Care Center and the 46,000 square foot AtlantiCare Healthplex Ambulatory Care Center.

- “The Walk,” located at the base of the A.C. Expressway is a dynamic urban retail and entertainment project with outlet retailers, interactive entertainment and eateries. It lines the Michigan Avenue corridor and covers 8 city blocks.

- The CDRA provided $20 million in subsidies to help underwrite the $225 million two-phase expansion of The Quarter at Tropicana. It features 194,000 square-feet of retail, dining and entertainment with a three-story shopping village complete with old Havana as its theme.

Thanks to the CCC and the CRDA, itt’s looking more and more like Atlantic City is back enjoying the riches of her former self and who knows what the next 25 years will bring.

Here’s to gaming in A.C.!

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

THE VEGAS THROWBACK: BOBBY BARRETT


'OCEAN'S THIRTEEN' WEEK CONTINUES!

Almost 10 years ago I stumbled upon an awesome crooner at The Brown Derby in Vegas named Bobby Barrett. It was after a show and we were looking for something to do. Eventually, my chick found a listing touting a 'Sinatra Singer' in a local entertainment mag. While I'm not down with Sinatra-esque singers on the whole, this guy was different and the Derby bar was right out of Hollywood in the '30s. I entered a time capsule. Tiled floor, wood as far as the eye can see, caricatures all over the wall, circular red leather booths. The whole bit.

And then there was Bobby Barrett. What struck me most about him were his mannerisms, which these so-called Sinatra Singers never quite get. It takes alot more than throwing a trenchcoat over your shoulder. You either have it or you don't. Bobby had it.

In between songs, he'd light a cigarette, chat with people in the Derby lounge and really sound like Sinatra. Sinatra talking! You see, Bobby was from Boston and he had that that hard-edged city voice full of smoke and bourbon. Sinatra had that same gruff sound to his voice. And the fact that Bobby knew the entire Chairman catalog was just plain icing.

Here's an interview I did with him a few years back. Last I heard he was in Phoenix, giving his throat and voice a much-needed rest.

Here's to you Bobby!

-- Enjoy
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The Throwback: Bobby Barrett

The Sands and its swingin’ Copa Room may be long gone, but its legacy of Frank Sinatra is more than alive and well thanks to crooner Bobby Barrett. The 41 year-old stylist is on a mission to keep the coo-coo days of the Rat Pack alive and well thanks to his a reverent Sinatra tribute show at Casa di Amore in Las Vegas that packs them in weekly. Discovered singing karaoke at a bar in his native Boston, he arrived in Vegas in 1997 for a local production of "Joey and Maria's Italian Wedding" and hasn’t left since. As for his Sinatra? His mannerisms suggest the cool tuxedoed Frank of the early JFK ‘60s and as he croons half-way through “Witchcraft,” there’s damn charisma and swagger in the room to match the chairman broad-for-broad. We recently caught up with Barrett after his show and over a Jack Daniels discussed old Vegas, lounge culture and P. Diddy.

Chillingly enough, the night you started your first big casino gig at the Brown Derby (in the MGM Grand) Sinatra had died.
My first night on the strip... I called them to cancel and they said that there were tons of calls to see if I was going on. Most of them were actually coming from friends of Frank who were in town for his celebrity golf fundraiser. When he died, it sort of turned into a memorial.

So were you nervous at that point?
You kiddin' me? Sure, I was. Guys like Hal Linden and Robert Goulet and Gregory Peck were all around.

What's the most requested Sinatra tune?
It's got to be "My Way." It's a great tune because it has so many memories for people and evokes so many feelings that there's no way I could ever dread doing that song night after night.

To that effect, what do you dread doing?
"New York, New York" another gigantic request.

It’s obvious that you know tons about Sinatra since you often tell great anecdotes about the tunes and the man. How big a Sinatraphile are you?
Huge. It’s been avid ever since I was a little kid. My mom was into all the old-standbys like Frank, Jimmy Roselli, Dino. The Italian side of my family dug that stuff.

You have quite a following on the Vegas circuit virtually through word-of-mouth. You can't visit a chat board and not see a mention of Bobby Barrett. Just today, I found a web page of someone describing their Sin City excursion mentioning you in what seemed to be German?
Really? That's unbelievable. But on the flipside, I guess I can believe it because when we were at the Derby we had regulars from all over. Scotland was also huge and of course Britain and Australia.

Are there any Bobby Barrett groupies or bobby soxers out there?
I hate to call them that but yeah, they've become friends, actually. They're certainly loyal and if I do four nights straight, some of them are usually there. I think the reason why they dig the act so much is that they've said that I remind them of Old Vegas.

That said, do you think Frank would've liked modern day Sin City?
Hmmm ... that's a tough question but ... (emphatically) no. It's just too family-oriented. Essentially I think Old Vegas was a place for Sinatra to go with his friends and sin for a couple of days.

When you were at the Brown Derby at the MGM it was like gangbusters every night. They even had you up on the jumbotron outside and you're packing them in. One night, Frank Sinatra, Jr. shows up.
It's funny that I remember this but I was singing "It Was a Very Good Year" and one of the Derby managers whispers in my ear that Frank Jr. is on the way down.

Are you kidding? As you were singing he tells you this?
Yeah... It was like telling your pitcher he's got a no-hitter going. So here I am all anxious and Junior comes walking in with his wife. Behind him is Bill Miller (Sinatra's accompanist) as well as an entourage of around 20 people including David Arquette and some other celebs I probably didn't recognize --

-- I'm sorry, did you just say David Arquette was in Frank Sinatra Jr's entourage?
Yeah. Can you imagine that?

It's just an odd combo wouldn't you say?
Incongruous...

Did Junior have an opinion of the act?
Well, he didn't talk to me or anything but I the maitre d' said, "I hope the music is to your liking..." and Junior answered, "Well, that Bobby does a fine job" or something to that effect...

Well that's sort of bland, huh?
Of course, I can't quote him directly but that's what I was told.

After your gig at MGM, you landed in many lavish strip lounges (from Bally's to Treasure Island). But it seems that these days that old school casino lounge is a dying breed.
It almost seems that lounges are an afterthought now. When they were more prominent, they were actually one of the big draws of a casino -- the lounge and its entertainment. It's unfortunate. Many of the people that are doing the hiring now are very young and don't understand that.

These days, turntables seem to be more important than a great crooner.
Yeah, everything changes. Way back, every hotel had their own house band.

Red Norvo at the Sands, Louie Prima at the Stardust…
Exactly. You just don't have that any more. It mostly boils down to technology, price and feasibility. If they (execs) think they can save a few thousand bucks or whatever [by hiring a deejay] than that's what they'll do.

Hip Hop mogul P. Diddy and actor Ashton Kutcher have recently styled themselves in the vein of the Rat Pack and actually going as far as tagging themselves that.
-- Are they really doing that?

Yep. The fact that they're friends I’d say is odd enough.
I guess when they accomplish the things that those guys have, maybe they'll have a right to say that. Personally, I don't think they've remotely touched on the caliber of anything they've done in terms of music or even movies.

So is Frankie somewhere rolling over in his grave?
Rolling over? Nah. He's probably laughing somewhere saying, "What are they nuts?!"

A QUICK 'OCEAN'S THIRTEEN' CLIP

'OCEAN'S THIRTEEN' WEEK CONTINUES

Enjoy this quick clip of Danny and the boys deciding the go after Willie Bank, the casino mogul who hurt Reuben.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

MULTIPLE SAMMY DAVIS, JR. PROJECTS PLANNED

'OCEAN'S THIRTEEN' WEEK CONTINUES!

Studios always have dueling film projects. Look up Truman Capote, Alexander the Great and Christopher Columbus at imdb and you'll see. The New York Times reports that there's four separate features in the works based on the life of Sammy Davis, Jr. - the REAL hardest workin' man in showbiz.

I've always said that the life of Sammy Davis, Jr. was worthy of a film or TV mini-series. I mean, the guy did it all - a child performer/hoofer; a teenage crooner; perfected talents in the Will Mastin Trio as a young adult before going into the army (where he was confronted by strong racial prejudice); endured an awful car crash in 1954 that took his eye; became a charter member of Sinatra's Rat Pack; married white actress May Britt to the disdain of a racially-divided nation; famously supported Republican President Richard M. Nixon and endured lung cancer, passing away in 1990. What more he danced his booty off, did awesome impressions, churned out tune after swingin' tune. And sang 'em right up until the day he got sick.

I've always said that The Rat Pack guys are the hardest to capture on screen. They embodied an effortless swagger that just can't be reproduced. If, by chance, someone can duplicate it, they usually look nothing like them. It's a tough sell. Need proof? The HBO biopic "The Rat Pack" seemed like such a farce because everyone was so woefully miscast.

Ray Liotta as Frank Sinatra was laughable and Joe Mantegna's Dino bordered on pantomime. While the always-dependable Don Cheadle's award-winning turn as Sammy Davis was the best aspect of the so-so film, his frame was all wrong. Sammy was a little little dude. I didn't buy it.

In any case, the four Davis projects consist of:

"In Black and White" - Denzel Washington stars in and may direct Wil Haywood's biography for Universal. NO! Washington, while a top thesp, is NOT Sammy.

"Sammy and Kim" - Andre Benjamin (aka Andre 3000) stars in the film which deals with Davis's affair with actress Kim Novak in the '50s. If Andre is up for the challenge and I believe he may be, he'll snag an Oscar nod for sure. Not only do they sort of look the same, but he's got natural dance talent. Sammy was a hoofer of the highest order. My money's on this project.

"Yes, I Can" - Based on Davis 1965 autobiography, this is the project that Davis's widow has endorsed. The source material here is perhaps the best, but they REALLY REALLY need to get someone to fill the shoes. I nominate Tommy Davidson who can prove that Jamie Foxx ain't the only one with acting chops from "In Living Color."

"Yes, I Can" Documentary - A documentary also based on the 1965 autobiography and Burt Boyar's filmed interviews with Davis.

Now sit back and enjoy some of the WHAM of SAM ...





Sunday, June 3, 2007

OLD SCHOOL VEGAS HAUNTS (CHECK 'EM OUT)


It's "Ocean's Thirteen" week. Can you tell we're stoked?

Ah, but not so stoked about the current state of the modern Sin City. These days it seems that Vegas caters to an odd mix of the MTV, Hollywood brat, rodeo and fanny pack crowd. How'd that happen?

There was a time when a trip to Sin City screamed “jet set.” Men packed their suits and the dolls who came along for the ride knew her cocktail dress would be in constant use. Cigarette girls were everywhere. Zippos, too. Even though those days are long gone, The Lounge suggests a few old-school Vegas haunts that, if you look hard enough, you just may see Frankie’s fingerprints all over them.

AJ'S STEAKHOUSE (at The Hard Rock)
Let's just say there ain't a better place to start an evening of Rat Packin' than at AJ's. It's mammoth leather door is the portal to a vintage Vegas steakhouse circa 1960 where hipsters break out the cuff links, eat bloody-red meat, drink Jack straight and smoke unfiltered Camels. As for the room itself? We dig those gigantic antique postcards that adorn the walls. Gives us chills.

CAPOZOLLI'S
Located off the strip on Maryland Parkway, this is the only place we think 'Ol Blue Eyes would've chowed down on veal marsala at 2 a.m. if he were alive. In addition to a kickin' bar and solid eats, this very old-school haunt features kitschy jazz and lounge tunes nightly. In fact, many of their coo-coo jam sessions have been recorded and released in a series of CDs under the title "Live at Capozzoli's." Artists featured in the series include Carl Fontana, Jack Nimitz and Bill Perkins.

PEPPERMILL'S FIRESIDE LOUNGE (smack dab on the strip)
So you finally nabbed your slinky little armpiece from her one-armed bandit and want some quality time to make a little hey-hey? Before you do, head for the Peppermill on the strip because there's no better place to get your kitten all revved up. The intimate (and very dark) lounge features plush booths, dark corners and gaudy brass accents with a giant circular fireplace inside a bubbling pool of water. Somewhere upstairs, the ghosts of Frank and Ava are looking down in acceptance. A personal favorite.

THE CASBAR and ALGIERS LOUNGES
It don't get any more old school than these two. The Algiers Lounge is a gin joint of the highest order, renowned above all for its stiff drinks. Before heading to the Palms to smell perfume, any self-respecting swinger-in-training should trek there for at least one round just to soak up the lingering boozy vibe and wear it like a badge. The Casbar Lounge, located in the Sahara, is where Don Rickles made his bones and even though these days the entertainment may be a bit modern, the room is still a legendary pioneer and well worth spending the night in. Even though it's been renovated since its Sin City heyday, have no illusions, this joint survives as premiere holy ground where Vegas lounge royalty swung into the wee hours. Sipping your Manhattan, you can just picture Frank, Dean and Sammy slipping in at 3 a.m. to catch their overnight show.

THEN THERE’S ...Pin Ups Lounge at the Cannery Casino with classic Vargas girl pinups surrounding the place; Pogo's Tavern on N. Decatur Blvd. for its cool and cozy booths and slamming big bands on Fridays; Champagnes Cafe for its red velvet wallpaper, slippery red booths, autographed pics of Dino and a jukebox loaded with Rat Pack wax; BJ's Lounge, looming in the shadow of the Lion on East Tropicana, for its chi-chi lounge vibe, complete with leopard-prints, mood lighting and plush couches; and lest we forget Binion's coffee shop located downtown where the ghosts of old school Vegas fill the joint 24/7.

Check out out other "Ocean's 13" / Vegas-centric posts ... HERE

Thursday, May 31, 2007

THE 10 BEST CASINO FLICKS (WITH VIDEO)

Can you tell that we're psyched for "Ocean's Thirteen"? I've spent mucho time inside casinos in both Atlantic City and Vegas. In fact, I used to write for two major gambling magazines. So, in anticipation for Danny and the gang, The Lounge has whipped up some of the best movies that capture the ambiance (or lack therof) of the buzzing action of a casino town.

“Atlantic City” (1980) Burt Lancaster and Susan Sarandon star in this dark Louis Malle film set in the Queen of Resorts just after gambling was approved. European in its ambiance, and substantially dark in tone, Lancaster stars as a has-been hood who crosses paths with Sarandon, a croupier in search of a better life. After a brief visit to Atlantic City by Sarandon’s estranged gangster husband, the course of the lives of her and Lancaster are changed.

“Casino” (1995) While it’s no “Goodfellas,” you have to give director Martin Scorsese credit for shooting entirely all of his casino scenes inside of a real gaming hall — The Riviera in Las Vegas. Chronicling the final days of mobbed-run casinos, this film is blatantly bloody, brutal and even a bit overzealous at times. But for sheer authenticity, “Casino” is definitely one to watch on the couch over a couple nights. Stars Robert DeNiro, Joe Pesci and an Oscar-nominated Sharon Stone.



“Ocean’s 11” (1960) The original. 11 friends who know each other from World War II plan to rob five casinos in one night. If you want to capture the feeling of what it was like to swing on the Vegas strip in the ‘60s, then rent this low-scale caper flick starring Frank Sinatra and the rest of the Rat Pack. You can almost smell the booze. All women and glitz. The Clooney remake is also a keeper, but this is the grandpappy of them all.



“Hard Eight” (1997) One of 1997's most underrated films, it stars Philip Baker Hall as an aging pro gambler who takes a young drifter under his wing, eventually becoming his mentor. Throw in a cocktail waitress-prostitute (Gwyneth Paltrow), and a two-timing security manager (Samuel Jackson), and you have a slam-bang character study that oozes with complexity.



“The Gambler” (1974) Another dark gambling film so often found in ‘70s, James Caan stars as Alex Freed, a literature professor who is struck with the gambling vice. When he loses all of his money, he borrows from his girlfriend, his father and finally some bad guys. Despite it all, he can’t stop.

“California Split” (1974) Another yarn of doomed compulsive gambling, director Robert Altman’s film stars George Segal and Elliot Gould as over-the-edge gamblers and explores the emptiness of winning. Shot in Reno, Nevada.

“Fever Pitch” (1985) Considered more than a bomb when it was released, Ryan O’Neal stars as a newspaperman caught with “the gambling fever” in this perfect example of what happens when shoot a script straight out Intro to Screenwriting. Co-stars Catherine Hicks and John Saxon.

“Honeymoon in Vegas” (1992) The first of Nicholas Cage’s “Vegas” trilogy is a light-hearted romantic comedy with stereotypical elements of organized crime thrown in for laughs. James Caan co-stars as a mafioso who falls in love with Cage’s fiancée, Sarah Jessica Parker. Don’t miss the Flying Elvises.

“Leaving Las Vegas” (1995) This modern-day tragedy captures the seediness of the casino life better than any other. In an Oscar-winning performance, Nicholas Cage (in his second Vegas film, “Con Air” would be his third), stars as an alcoholic who arrives in Sin City to drink himself to death. Unfortunately, he didn’t count on falling in love. Elizabeth Shue (who received an Oscar nomination) stars as the “hooker with a heart of gold” who falls for him.



“Lookin’ To Get Out” (1982) Jon Voight and Burt Young star as two gamblers who leave New York after losing a lot of money. Doing what all gamblers in trouble would do, they hurry to the gambling capital of the world — Las Vegas — to turn their luck around. Co-stars Ann Marget.

“Bugsy” (1991) What’s the sense of watching movies about casinos without checking out the flick that immortalizes their modern-day architect — Benjamin “Bugsy” Seigel. Warren Beatty, starring as Seigel, is often too cutesy in his portrayal of the ruthless gangster but the film is complemented with an outstanding cast and great direction by Barry Levinson.

“Swingers” (1996) A guilty, guilty pleasure. While there are only a couple of scenes inside a casino, be rest assured, — they’re hilarious. If anything, this indie cult favorite, perfectly captures the essence of Sinatra’s Rat Pack not seen since “Ocean’s 11.”



“Indecent Proposal” (1993) Although not a film about gambling per se, most of the interesting scenes take place inside a casino and most of the elements within are straight out of “Wagering 101.” Robert Redford stars as a business tycoon who offers Woody Harrelson $1 million to sleep with his wife (Demi Moore).

Monday, May 28, 2007

PRIMED FOR 'OCEAN'S 13'? LISTEN TO THESE SWINGIN' TUNES

Those Danny Ocean boys are back! In the upcoming "Ocean's 13," the hipster thieves have forsaken Europe and are now back in Las Vegas (thank the Lord). This time out, they plan to fix all the games in Al Pacino's new casino. Should be a hoot...

If you're like us, salivating at the very notion of a fun Sin City film, you'll want to get into the mood. So tunes are essential. So break out your Mary Janes, prep the cuff links and order a bottle of Jack because I compiled a collection of swingin' tunes to get you cool casino cats in the mood for sippin' martinis, throwing dice and smelling perfume well into the wee hours.

“Sinatra at the Sands” (Reprise) - What better way to kick off "Ocean's 13" week than spinnin' THE swinginest disc of them all? There are more than a few discs of The Chairman doing his thing in Sin City, but this is the only one you'll need. Backed up by Count Basie and his orchestra with a young bandleader named Quincy Jones, the 16-track disc perfectly captures Sinatra’s swagger during his heyday in the Sands Copa Room. Recently remastered with “Luck be a Lady,” it’s the epitome of casino-era Sinatra. Time capsule stuff...

“Dean Martin Live at the Sands Hotel” (Prism) - Capturing much of his loose, easygoing and impromptu sense of humor seen in earlier Rat Pack shows, this is the only live disc of Dean Martin’s casino act from the ‘60s. Hits include “You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby” and the staple “That’s Amore.” Available via Amazon.

“Sammy Davis — That’s All!” (Rhino) - This definitive two-disc live recording taped at the Las Vegas Sands in 1967, captures not only the singer within Sammy Davis, but also the mimic, comic and musician. A jam session with Buddy Rich on drums and Sammy on vibes is worth the price of the disc alone. If anything, Sammy really gets to seriously shine in his own spotlight without Frank or Dean chiming in from backstage. Includes a previously unreleased live version of “My Mother The Car.”

“The Rat Pack Live at the Sands” (Capital) - A tad before cameras rolled for "Robin and the Seven Hoods" in September 1963, Frank, Dino and Sammy had a powwow at the Sands. Much of what will sound familiar from other Pack shows is here in all it's off-color glory. The real key, of course, is the trio's camaraderie, which remains a delight. And the fact they were playin' the Sands is just plain icing.

“Sinatra: ‘57 In Concert” (Artanis) - Even though they were a great team on many of their landmark albums, Sinatra and longtime arranger-bandleader Nelson Riddle rarely performed together. This disc captures one of those rare occasions with classic cuts like “I Get A Kick Out Of You,” “‘The Lady Is a Tramp,” and “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.”

“Frank Sinatra with the Red Norvo Quintet” (Blue Note) - While listening to vibraphonist Norvo perform in the Sands’ lounge, the Chairman got the idea to wax a disc for his own stripped-down jazz performance. Unreleased until 1997, these tapes were recorded during Sinatra’s brief Australian tour of 1959 and proves his musicianship has no equal. Perfect for hipsters with that European flair.

“The Summit: In Concert” (Artanis) - Taped in November 1962 at Chicago’s Villa Venice, this 79-minute supper-club show isn’t for the politically correct. Performing much of the same off-color humor Frank, Dean and Sammy perfected in Vegas, it’s more a document of the day than a true representation of their collective work. Still, though, it’s a must.

“Late at Night with Dean Martin,” (Capital) - Although the accompaniment ranges from small jazz combo to a large orchestra with strings, the emphasis here is Martin’s hypnotic and whispery magic. The result is a sexy cocktail collection that includes such staples as “Everybody Loves Somebody” and “Dream a Little Dream of Me.” Keep this one in the stereo for those of you looking to make a little hey-hey the second you arrive.

“Sammy and Friends,” (Rhino) - Buddies Frank, Dean, Bing Crosby Count Basie and drummer Buddy Rich are all featured on this swinging’ 20-track disc. Contains “Ain’t That a Kick in the Head” and “Ee-O-Eleven” from “Oceans 11” as well as “Salt and Pepper” from the film of the same name.

“The Capitol Years: The Best of Frank Sinatra”
“Capitol Collectors Series: Dean Martin” (Capital)
- Both Sinatra and Martin will be forever remembered for the tunes they recorded under Capital. All of Sinatra’s brassy standards and bittersweet saloon pop is here from “Witchcraft” to “Three Coins in the Fountain.” The primo Dino collection spans from 1948-1960, compiling 20 of his best cuts from “That’s Amore” to “Sway.” Both artists moved to Sinatra’s Reprise label by 1961.

“Ring-a-Ding Ding” (Reprise) - Sinatra’s first album at his Reprise label is perhaps one of his best. Released in 1961 and capturing the flippant swagger of the era, Sinatra was obviously happy to be out from Capital’s clutches.

“Tom Jones Live at Caesars Palace" (BMG International) - Amidst the glitz and glam of the deliciously gaudy Vegas strip in 1971, this lacquer cracker captures the sheer power and eroticism of the sexy Brit baritone. Very much at the top of his game and at his bawdy best, be sure to crank up the volume for Jones standards like "She's a Lady" and "It's Not Unusual." An essential set.

"Engelbert Humperdinck Live at the Riviera, Las Vegas" (Varese) - Originally released in 1972, this reissued collection captures the smooth-crooning Humperdinck at the peak of his popularity. With soulful vocal backing provided by the Three Degrees, the often billed "King of Romance" turns up the ballad quotient and delivers with assurance on such tunes as "My Prayer," "Help Me Make It Through the Night" and a strident "You'll Never Walk Alone."

"Paul Anka Live in Las Vegas" (Varese) - The bulk of this set contains pretty much what you'd expect from an Anka casino show circa mid-seventies — a healthy mixture of Anka originals, a medley of fifties hits and covers of smashes like "Gentle on My Mind," "Games People Play" and "For Once in My Life." Needless to say, there's also "My Way," and "She's a Lady," which are not covers per se since Anka wrote them.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

FIRST 'OCEAN'S 13' REVIEW


Those Danny Ocean boys are back for another go-round of cool in "Ocean's 13." This time, they've thankfully left behind the shenanigans in Europe (where they should've never been) and are back in Sin City dukin' it out with Al Pacino.

Cue: "Viva Las Vegas"

In any case, the first official review is out via Variety and it's quite positive.

"As smooth as a good mojito, as stylish as an Armani suit and as meaningful in the grand scheme of things as yesterday's Las Vegas betting odds, "Ocean's Thirteen" continues the breezy good times of the first two series entries without missing a beat."

Click HERE to read the review.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

CASINO ETIQUETTE 2007


Just because you’re a pro at PlayStation poker doesn’t mean you can hold your own on a real casino floor — Here's a refresher course in casino etiquette

I'll be frank - there’s way too many assholes invading Atlantic City casinos.

You can blame the opening of Borgata who upped the ante and changed the face of the seaside resort when it opened July 2003. It’s instant success solidified the notion that hipsters 18-34 were ready for a sleeker and sexier Atlantic City. And boy, they came with tons of dough.

And then there’s Chris Moneymaker who became a gambling rock star a few years back after he learned how to play poker online and ultimately won the World Series of Poker. He may be a swell guy and all but man, the influx of all the would-be Moneymakers invading A.C. is astounding and yes, fraught with assholes.

The boob tube is also accountable with such casino-driven programming from poker tournies, reality and travel shows to fluffy network dramas on 24/7. They all emphasize swanky casino overindulgences to the point of wretched excess. To them, the promise of winning a fortune with all the booze, food and sex one can muster is pretty much a mere dice toss away.

And even though most casino assholes claim they can count cards better than an MIT student on crank, I’m here to give ‘em the skinny on how to act once the Xbox 360 is turned off. You guys can thank me later.

Leave the cameraphone in your pocket. It’s one thing if you’re Clooney and Co. shooting yet another Danny Ocean flick, it’s quite another when annoying gamblers start snapping away to capture their third blackjack in a row. Most casinos prohibit photographic equipment of any kind on the floor, so leave the shutterbug activity on the boardwalk.

Keep your kids away. Even though they’re allowed on gaming floors in Las Vegas (we don’t know why), children are nothing more than a nuisance in a casino. In fact, the New Jersey Casino Control Commission prohibits kids on any casino floor. At Borgata, tykes can’t even go into the resort unless they’re hotel guests. At the Taj Mahal, a strict curfew is enforced since loitering kids waiting for ma and pa has become something of an epidemic.

We got our own problems. The car payment is due. You’re on the verge of a divorce. Your ex-girlfriend just started dating someone with green hair. Your mom is going to the hospital for tests. Life can be cruel, we know. Before you sit down to play, clear your mind of problems because you have one goal at the table. So, let your inner Adrian remind you — "Win."

Ask before you sit. We know how frustrating it can be when searching for an empty seat at a low-wager game. For example, it’s near 2 a.m. and the only vacant seat at a five-dollar-minimum blackjack table is next to a Hell’s Angel. Check the betting circle in front of the empty chair. If it has a chip in it, chances are he’s playing duel hands. Respectfully see if the circle is open before sitting down.

Stop waving money and be patient. Wait for the end of a round or spin before you bug the dealer to buy in. A good way to agitate a tired dealer who’s been standing on his feet all day is to demand chips as soon as you approach a table. Wait for the end of the turn, have your money visibly ready on the table and tell him you want to "buy in" in whatever denomination you desire. Never hand him money.

Tip when you’re winning. When you’re up, tip the dealer. Believe me, he’ll remember. It doesn’t have to be an exorbitant amount of money, but a mere gesture or token for his service. After all, the dealers are in the service industry much like a waitress or a bartender. If you feel uncomfortable tipping, place a small side bet and let him know it’s for the table. If a generous pit boss recognizes your good will, he just might return the favor when you request that complimentary steak dinner.

Never bet against a trend. Red is your lucky color? Not if the trend at the roulette table is all black. Betting against a trend will only piss off the other gamblers and tick off the gambling gods. And heaven forbid if you win against a table streak, you’ll have to make tracks over to the next casino.

Go easy on the booze. Ask yourself why drinks are free before ordering another round of that double Johnny Walker Black. A fuzzy gambler is a bad gambler. A bad gambler — 100 percent of the time — will make poor judgments and wager more to recoup his losses. Ease up on the snake juice. Any more than one or two and you should be in the casino lounge.

Don’t get caught up in the scene. And man, do assholes ever love the scene by announcing their arrival and stupid shit like that. Sure, the free booze is great and the atmosphere is straight out of a Bond flick, but casinos know the racket — there’s no windows or clocks in there for a reason. Casinos want you trapped.

Channel Danny Ocean. If you really want to be taken seriously, lose the baseball cap which, by the way should only be worn in two places — the ball field and mowing the lawn. Otherwise, show some dignity and put on a pair of black pants and dare I say, even a jacket. You’d be surprised how empowering it is. Trust me, the women will notice.

and finally ...

How to spot a casino asshole in 30 seconds or less. Wears sunglasses at all times; orders Dom Perignone and secretly doesn't know what it is; overtips everyone in sight; tries to make time with every cocktail waitress, even the ones on the skank shift; gives idiotic advice to everyone; calls everyone 'bro' or 'cuz'.
Until next time,

-- Joe. E. Lewis
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And to get you in the mood for all your gambling, here's a look at "Ocean's 13"