The Douchebag In Daylight
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You've seen them. They walk among us. They may be your neighbors. They may be your co-workers. Or cousins. If you're reading this on an iPhone or Android device, you may be sitting next to one while enjoying that Sinatra Smash at Parasol Down. They may even be you. They are the members of "The Dayclub Class," and they and their collectively offensive fashion hive mind are further ruining much of what is good, beautiful, and glorious about Las Vegas.
I first saw them when I arrived in town this last Thursday. I was walking through Encore and noticed an inordinate number of men walking around in nothing but a wife-beater and Hurley board shorts. Funny, I thought, Encore Beach Club is closed. Could they simply be hotel guests walking back from the St. Tropez environment that is Encore's guest-only pool? Maybe. But then I continued to see more of them. They were at Wynn. At Aria. Bellagio. Cosmopolitan. Walking up and down The Strip at every turn. They were everywhere.
The douchebag in daylight.
Then Friday and Saturday came. Encore Beach Club was finally open for business and there was hardly a public space at Encore that wasn't filled with a majority of tank tops/muscle tanks/wife-beaters and board shorts. The sounds of their Rainbow and Havaiana flip-flops was drowning out the ambient '80s music during a Saturday breakfast at Society. At Cosmo, as well, you couldn't escape them. God forbid, honestly, you should find yourself walking by the second floor entrance to Marquee at 2:00 p.m. on a Friday. If you do, your poor soul will be lost in a sea of sun-bleached copies of Here's the Situation: A Guide to Creeping on Chicks, Avoiding Grenades, and Getting in Your GTL on the Jersey Shore. The horror! The horror!
Now, am I just a Vegas blogger continuing to say goodbye to a bygone Las Vegas era by citing a preponderance of Ed Hardy-wearing "Jersey Shore" wannabes ruining the city's casinos, nightclubs, and now, dayclubs? Sure, but I'm also the Vegas blogger who remembers that Steve Wynn was once that man that so valued Roger Thomas' elegant creations at Bellagio that he sanctioned and briefly enforced a dress code at the property. Now look at how we've evolved: Seeing four guys who look like "The Sitch" pumping their fists next to those RogThom-designed Swarovski peacocks at Encore. Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas.
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