Alas, Vegas will never be the same. The Stardust Casino is gone. The venerable casino at the north end of the strip, home to many years of debauchery and booze-addled shenanigans, was imploded yesterday to make room for a casino that is newer, shinier, and undoubtedly has the good sense to never allow me or my friends through the door.
But how I will miss the Stardust.
Gimme another sports book where...
You can still find a seat at the bar at 2:00 pm when you finally roll out of bed.
There's a McDonald's strategically placed halfway between it and your hotel.
You can choose the no-brainer option of drinking out of a souvenir beer mug all day.
You can walk next door and get a $1 margarita, and a $1 18-inch hot dog (not recommended).
You can (and should) sing at the top of your lungs with the lounge cover band.
Stardust was the best of a bygone era and now all that remains of it is my souvenir beer mug. R.I.P.
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I'm glad you snuck in a "no-brainer" comment because the amount of money you lost at the Stardust after placing bets you described as "no-brainers" is staggering, likely more than the GDP of several broke-ass countries.
Sad, sad day my friends... at least the Westward Ho still stands!
Like watching a good friend die. And just like you should do in that situation, you head on over to another friend's place and get shithoused.
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