Images > Las Vegas Iron MaidenQuest
Viva Las Vegas!! What could be a better excuse to go to Las Vegas but to catch Iron Maiden playing at a very small, very kewl venue, the Hard Rock Hotel's The Joint. Inflamed and inspired after a killer Maiden show at the Greek Theatre in Hollywood, we were definitely not going to miss out on the opportunity to catch the band again a few days later in the City of Sin. Some people follow the Grateful Dead, we were gonna follow Iron Maiden!
The trip was also a reunion of a sort, involving only the original posse who took a trip out to Phoenix a mere 8 months previous to catch Black Sabbath, Megadeth, Slayer, and Pantera play one helluva New Year's Eve show (photos from that excursion coming some day to Melz Homepage!).
It was a very hot drive up to Vegas, but of course we
had to stop at Buffalo Bill's at Stateline to ride the Desperado roller
coaster -- what a rollercoaster! Did I mention I luvved a good rollercoaster?
The Moshking decorated the Penismobile for the festive occasion: "Up
the Irons" reads his back window.
Proudly we went to the Hard Rock hotel immediately upon
coming into town. We had to pose by the Marquee to commemorate the event.
This picture is ironic, considering that Iron Maiden actually cancelled
the show glowing in this marquee. Apparently, when Bruce Dickinson accidentally
dropped Dave Murray at the Hollywood Greek Theatre show, they needed
to cancel a few shows due to a finger injury. We didn't realize that
at the time we took this picture.
Once we did realize that we weren't going to the show, we decided to stay in our hotel rooms at the Circus Circus and drown our sorrows. Here, you can tell, sorrows have been properly drowned. Pictured left to right: Tara Widner, Denis "The Moshking" Recendez, Chris Silva, and Doug Kasper. I'm taking the picture.
Once the sorrows had been drowned, we went wandering the
strip looking for grub, dressed in our concert-going clothes. We ended
up at a nice steak restaurant, where we were refused service. I guess
they didn't want a gaggle of drunken metalheads scaring off their patrons.
We instead ended up at Treasure Island's buffet.
We made the most of our Vegas trip despite not catching
the show. Here's Chris, Penis and I wandering Las Vegas Blvd.
In the evening, we hung out at Pink E's and played cheap
The trip gave me the opportunity to visit with my little
sister Francesca, who is currently residing in that desert City of Sin.
Before heading back to LA, we took some time to play at New York, New York. We were hoping to ride Manhattan Express rollercoaster, but long lines drove us instead to the arcade. Here's Penis and I by the "Smack-a-Mayor" game. Disclaimer: no one was hurt in the making of this photo.