The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, January 14, 1988, Page 6, Image 6
Lady Luck rules in Vegas, but where is Elvis? LAS VEGAS from Pago 5 We milled off the las'. exit, drove through the last remnants of what may have once been a city, and voila: — there it was. Shards of dizzying blindness shot off every building, through our wide-open eyes, am bored their way into our brains Downtown Las Vegas, where every day is Christmas, and . it’s in 'Technicolor. “Ace’ tumped out of the ear and ran into the nearest casino, shout ing at us to meet him then in an hour. When we did, he was sitting at a blackjack table with a Jack n’ Coke and a stack of chips in front of him. We watched him win some more chips; then he got up, gave us a crooked smile and held up the stack. “Here’s another 120 bucks,” quoth “Ace,”downing another free drink. That night, we were all to excited to sleep. Visions of Sugar plum Blackjack dealers danced in our heads. We each took off a sock and hung them on the dashboard of the Diplomat. Tomorrow was going to be the first day of our wonderful new lives. That next day, we all played lots of blackjack. We started sometime that afternoon. By 6 or 7 that night, all was well. “Ace” had won enough money to fulfill his prom ise to buy us hotel rooms, so we wouldn’t have to sleep in the car again. “Mel” promised to buy us al 1 flowered Hawaiian tourist shirts, just like the one he was wearing. “Earl” had won enough to buy us all tickets to the Cramps, on New Year’s Eve in San Francisco. I had enough to pay everybody’s way in to see Elvis. All we had to do was find him. I can’t remember any more what “Cliff” or “Turtle” were going to buy, bul they could have. We didn’t find Elvis that night. We should’ve left town right then, but 1 wanted to sla> unul the next day so we could find Elvis. By midnight, “Ace” had $100 left, after having $600 four hours ear lier. The rest of us thought he’d done well. We quickly realized what had happened. Because of the exces sive amount of neon in the atmos phere over the city, any money that touches air will somehow vanish. There was nowhere to sit down and think about this, because the only chairs in the entire city have slot machines or Keno cards in front of i them. The vacuum never shuts off. We almost had more money. An old lady at Caesar s Palace sug gested a quick way for “Cliff’ to make 500 fastones the hard way, so to speak. We would’ve tried to talk him into it, but we figured she wasn’t responsible enough to keep the air from touching the money, and it would’ve disappeared any way. With all the gambling every where arcound you, it’s hard to find something to do for free, bul there arc fun games to play. 1. Guess which guys have guns under their coats. There are three types, Middle Management, Upper Management, and Freelance Thugs. The Freelance Thugs arc the stupidest and most dangerous, unless you bother a waitress. In that case, Middle Management arc the most dangerous. 2. Guess which girls are hook ers which are call girls, and which are just trying to keep up with the decor. Hookers work for a living, i and cal 1 girls special ize. 3. Guess who’s really just dis gustingly filthy rich, and who just spent two months' salary to buy ugly clothes and throw money on the card tables. See LAS VEGAS on 9 “You ’re what?!” MOLLY RIXGWALD RANDALL RATLVKOFF It’s about sticking around, no matter what. TRI-STAR PICTURES PRESENTS A JERRY BELSON PRODUCTION A JOHN G. AVILDSEN FILM MOLLY RINGWALD “FOR KEEPS' RANDALL BAT1NK0FF KENNETH MARS MUSIC BY BILL CONTI EDITOR JOHN G. AVILDSEN WRITTEN BY TIM KAZURINSKY it DENISE DtCLUE PRODUCED BY JERRY BELSON AND WALTER COBLENZ U ! directid byjohn g. avildsen mjssst H mi Born iravci nrllW i STARTS FRIDAY AT A THEATRE NEAR YOU Let the Nebraska Air Guard ease the pain by PAYING 75% OF YOUR TUITION. The Air Guard also has the G.I bill to help. For more information call 475-4910. Nebraska Air Guard