(I realize this will make me unfavorable with all the parents out there, but after sharing an elevator with not one BUT 4 strollers this morning, and watching a kid stick his face in a chocolate fountain at the Flamingo, it needs to be said.)
Las Vegas is the capital of all ADULT vices. The den of iniquity for ADULTS. Which does not explain why the F these morons think this is an appropriate place to bring children. Not teens or even pre-teens. We’re talking toddlers. Kids that should be watching Barney–not some very healthy young ladies dancing on poles in the middle of Planet Hollywood. Not watching R rated ads on bill boards. Picking up ads for in room, ahm, service from bare ladies off the street. Not sitting outside my 22nd floor hotel room this morning texting (where were her parents???)
We watched last night as this guy with preteens let them play slot machines at the Paris. The server told him he had to go. His response? “I don’t have to listen to a waitress!” (We took great delight in watching him and his kids get escorted out.)
I thought the ill fated attempt to classify vegas in the 90′s as a family destination was just that–a FAILURE.
Listen up people: there are PLENTY of kid appropriate places to take your kids–DISNEYLAND. A beach. The zoo. Cereal city.
NOT HERE! Brand me as a kid hater, but I don’t plan to tone down my ADULT language or behavior because your kids are in my playground.
