Slots A Plenty Not!
November 19, 2009
I was driving around on the Vegas Strip several days ago and took some pictures. It wasn’t easy, well, I was driving at night and that isn’t ever easy. I was also taking photos while I drove. I wonder if that’s illegal? Not really, I took them while stopped at red lights.
When I went to Hooters Casino I got caught in a big old traffic jam on Tropicana. That pretty much sucked. I was so happy to be zooming along because the construction was done! Woohoo, and then I hit the slow down. Somebody got in an accident and was clogging up my good time. So I pulled out the camera and took photos while I was in a standstill.
Once I was done with what I had going on at Hooters I thought I would drive down the Strip to see how it all looked. I usually try to avoid driving on the Strip because it is a traffic nightmare. On this particular night, the traffic wasn’t bad at all. That was good for my driving, but really bad for a Friday night in Las Vegas during prime time!
I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go and I remembered that someone on Twitter told me that I should go visit a place called Slots A Plenty or something. He said it was next to Circus Circus.
Somehow I ended up behind the Encore and Wynn, or something. I don’t know, I was sort of lost. That is just an opportunity to get a new view of something I’m tired of looking at every day. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it! I don’t know how I ended up over there, but I did, and here are the photos.
So I pulled into Circus Circus thinking I would park there and walk to where this Slots A Plenty is. Now, there’s this thing about Circus Circus. I haven’t been in there since June of 1975. So, like, stop me if you’ve heard this story…
When I graduated High School in Southern California, all my classmates went on their senior trip to Disneyland. My boyfriend and I packed a bottle of gin, jumped into his VW bug and headed to Vegas to play and see his brother. Upon arrival, his sister-in-law decided to dress me up so I looked legal and we’d all go out on the Strip to party. Lots of make-up later, we found ourselves at Circus Circus.
We were all running around gambling and I was alone at the slots shoving quarters into machines waiting for my big win. Well, I met security. They were some big guys, if I remember right. This was 1975, and we all know who ran Vegas in 1975. They asked me for ID to prove I was 21 years-old like I was saying and not seventeen like I really was. Well, they took me to the door and told me never to come back.
So, I was sitting in my car inside one of the many parking garages, debating if it was time yet to go in. There are an awful lot of parking garages behind Circus Circus, by the way. It is like a whole city back there. Anyway, I thought it over and just couldn’t bring myself to get out of the car and go inside that place. Sure, it has been a long, long time, but I’m still mortified. I shoved the bloggermobile into reverse and got the hell out of there.
Hey! I found Slots A Plenty on the way out! It is in what looks like a tiny strip mall just to the south of Circus Circus. The problem is, there is no place to park. The McDonalds there had a tow truck hauling away someone who had the idea of parking there and wandering off first. So I waited for my turn to get into traffic on the Strip and took photos of the Riviera for you. There was no way I was going to park at Circus Circus and walk through the casino to get there.
Well, maybe one day I’ll make it into Slots A Plenty. Maybe I’ll have Vegas Cabbie drive me over there one night when he’s not too busy.














Written by Albee on November 22, 2009 at 8:05 pm
Hey…..funny story. Isn’t the place called Slots-of -Fun??
PS……you didn’t miss much. I’t a fun place when your bombed…….but other than that, skip it.
Written by curious on November 22, 2009 at 9:32 pm
Do you really live in Las Vegas?
Written by Pam on November 23, 2009 at 1:23 pm
Yep, I live in Las Vegas.
Yeah, it probably is called Slots of Fun, hell I don’t know, I couldn’t find a place to park to see it up close and personal!
Written by Bruno on November 23, 2009 at 2:24 pm
Why wouldn’t you parked at Riviera?
Written by Steve W. on November 23, 2009 at 7:01 pm
Obviously “curious” doesn’t know you live in Vegas.
Hell, anybody who is anybody knows Pam lives in LV. So I guess curious doesn’t or isn’t, eh?
Besides, what’s the point. I mean, Walter Cronkite, used to report from Moscow, Russia but he didn’t live there and it wasn’t called Snots of Fun.
Written by Pam on November 23, 2009 at 7:17 pm
Well, Bruno, parking at the Riviera would have meant making a left turn on LVB because I was across the street…. then going alllll the way around to get to the back of it to park. Then walking all through the casino and then trying to get across Las Vegas Blvd with a very expensive camera around my neck in that part of town. I didn’t see it as much of an option. And I’m lazy.