Las Vegas Little Black Book:
A Guy’s Guide to the Perfect Vegas Weekend
A few facts:- Over 19 million men visited Las Vegas in 2004. According to the Las Vegas Convention and Tourist Association, the annual growth rate is over 5% a year since 2000.- Most men who visit Las Vegas do so on average 1.7 times per year.- The average length of a man’s stay in Las Vegas is 3.5 nights – Las Vegas is the no. 1 travel destination for bachelor party or “guy’s weekends.”
There are plenty of Las Vegas guidebooks on the market, and with the huge TV audiences for shows such as the World Series of Poker, Celebrity Poker, and American Casino, there are plenty of gambling instruction books available, too.
What’s been lacking is a book of no-nonsense, credible advice for groups of men visiting Las Vegas for that special “guy’s weekend,” from someone who knows all the ropes. The Las Vegas Little Black Book features:- Advice on the best bars, nightspots, gambling rooms, attractions, and activities off the strip. – Sample itineraries – “Classic Vegas Errors” and “If Money Is No Object” sidebars- Maps and diagrams
But what really makes the Las Vegas Little Black Book stand apart from the crowd is author David deMontmollin. “David D” is the ultimate insider, the first guy you call to say, “I’m coming to Vegas, show me the ropes!” As Marketing Manager for the Green Valley Ranch and Casino, it’s his job to know the town inside and out. As a 29 year-old bachelor who lives on the Las Vegas strip, it’s his pleasure to know every chef, waitress, bartender, exotic dancer, and dealer in town, and to introduce you to them all. David knows what guys want from their weekend in “Sin City,” where to find it, how much to pay, and how to go home satisfied. The Las Vegas Little Black Book is the ultimate guy’s guide to the perfect Vegas weekend.
Excerpt:
We’ve seen way too many trips that start like this: You’re at the office on a Friday afternoon, rushing to meet some end-of-the-quarter numbers, when you look at your watch and realize you need to head out to the airport in fifteen minutes. You only had time to throw some toiletries and semi-clean, wrinkled clothes into a carry-on before you dashed to work this morning. But hey, you take solace in the fact that you’re going to Vegas, and you’ll be out all night, anyway; it’s not like you need more than one change of clothes. You plan to pick up one of your buddies on the way to the airport. Your other friends will meet you in Sin City tonight. They’re coming in from all over, at all sorts of times, but it doesn’t matter because they know you can be found in the casino at the hotel.
There’s no need to sit around in your hotel room or at the airport waiting for them; they’re adults and you have some gaming to do. Your travel pal is going to hit the bar while you gamble; it’s been a rough week, and he’s looking to tie one on, and perhaps pick up a cocktail waitress or two.
Fast-forward to tomorrow morning: You and your buddy are lying in bed passed out. One of your friends was delayed, so he’s arriving in two hours; another’s just getting in, and no one’s heard from the last guy (he spent twenty minutes pounding on your door, but you were too wasted to hear, so he went back to the casino bar). We can safely bet that the last thing your merry group wants to do is wait around for four or five hours until your dead-broke, hung-over, sorry selves can sober up and let them into the room. Boy, this is the start of a great trip! Unfortunately, what you don’t realize now is that when your whole troop finally assembles, that’s when the real problems will start.
It turns out that one of the guys wants to hit a strip joint this afternoon and the casinos tonight. Two of the others are interested in checking out “Old-school Vegas” downtown, and you want to watch a couple of games at a sportsbook. Looks like your guys’ weekend is kind of falling apart, and it is only day one. As Saturday becomes Sunday, you can’t really seem to get on the same page with your pals and, aside from a breakfast, you don’t really see much of them until it’s time to go home.
What happened? This was going to be such a great time but it went by so fast that you never even really got to hang out together, which (aside from the booze, women, and gambling) was the whole point of the trip. Well, face it: No one took any ownership of your trip to begin with. Everyone was so busy that they never really had time to think about the trip before they arrived, and the group’s “it’s Vegas, it’s not really hard to have a good time here” attitude made what could have been a great time into pretty good, very expensive time. Let this be a cautionary tale: Do your part to make sure your whole crew has a great time in Vegas.
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