I hadn't ever been to the Joint and the best I can describe it is imagine the Spreckel's Theatre layout except on a bigger scale inside Rimac or Viejas Arena. It's all steel ceilings, but softened by the tables and suites in the loge level and seating in the balcony. The venue holds 4000, or so we were told, and the show was mostly sold out except for some scattered suite spots which were about $150 each. The venue is one of the few spots in Vegas where smoking inside isn't allowed, but cocktail waitresses are happy to deliver $15 beers or $8 bottles of Fiji Water. A guy we met was drinking double jack and cokes in a 22 or so ounce cup, spending $30 a pop. Needless to say, we were just there for the show and I saved my drinking for later.
Here's the Setlist (from Setlist.FM)
Nobody Else Will Be There
The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness
Walk It Back
I Should Live in Salt (Dedicated to Tom Berninger)
Don't Swallow the Cap
Bloodbuzz Ohio (Dedicated to Rob Portman)
I Need My Girl
I'll Still Destroy You
Dark Side of the Gym
Carin at the Liquor Store
Day I Die
The rest of my photos are after the jump, but some quick side notes on the trip. I hadn't been to Vegas since before I was with Darren so it has certainly changed a lot. More casinos, more development, and a lot more security everywhere since the Mandalay Bay shooting. Maybe I just notice more, but the homeless and tent cities are more massive, so I feel like this isn't just a San Diego or California problem. The top news stories were the same as here: the Flu, Hep A, and the government shutdown. Next week are the AVN awards, so the casino was full of AVN conventioneers wearing their sex company branded t-shirts. It was funny but honestly also made me uncomfortable, especially because it was the day of the women's march and to me, the industry is just a confusing conflict between sexual freedom and blatant sexism, not to mention some of the extremely sick and disturbed consumers.
After The National, we went to Beauty Bar to see Haunted Summer. It was a pain to park, the venue was super dumpy since the last time I was there, and despite the show saying "no cover", they had a ladies are free, men are $5 policy, which last I checked is not legal, and by the time we got to the door guy, they'd arbitrarily changed it to $10 starting with the dudes in front of us. Another security told us the band was already on but probably had 20 minutes left. By the time we were in and Jeff paid, we caught approximately 3 minutes of their last song. Count me out on ever trying that shithole again unless the circumstances are very different. We left and walked through Fremont to gamble at Main Street Station, the only casino where I got a legitimately poured drink the whole weekend. We checked out early Sunday and got home by 3:45, so we were grateful not to hit any serious traffic in either direction.
I spent my whole life going to Vegas several times a year with my family and have spend the last 5 trying to convince Darren and Nova that they would like it though they've never been, but after this weekend, I'm not so sure that if we had the time or money, that it would be a place we could have fun together. Maybe I'm just too old, but I just don't see myself rushing back anytime soon. But if The National was playing again, I'm sure I could be convinced otherwise.