whatever happens in Vegas I really wish would stay there
Just because it's Monday night and I'm bored...
In addition to board games, I collect odd decks of cards.
For Christmas, my sister (who is a business journalist in Vegas and reports on issues largely affecting the casinos there, although I prefer her witty -- and fittingly somewhat gonzo -- human interest stories) gave me a deck to add to my collection from a Vegas uniform supply company. This company supplies uniforms to a few casinos in town, and, well, it's not pretty.
First of all, there's the lady on the Jack of spades, and the less said about her outfit the better.
Then, of course, there's this dork on the six of diamonds. His sultry expression is completely out of place for what he's wearing (I'd guess he's a busboy at the Mirage).
And then we have the confused soul on the eight of diamonds... I think he's wondering how much slot machine money he can get for that shirt.
Then, needless to say, there's the poor call girl on the Ace of spades.
This is a worthy effort, but it still doesn't surpass the deck given to me for my birthday one year. My own lovely wife gave me a replica deck that featured interracial ass-buggery with medical implements, in addition to other weirdness. And no, I'm not exaggerating, and no, I didn't ask for it specifically. That, still, is the all-time greatest feat of oddity in the collection; sure, I have what's probably a valuable WWII airplane spotter deck, or there's the beautiful transformation deck, or the miniscule deck from Japan; who knew the French in the 19th century were lecherous and pervy enough to put it all on flowery playing cards, just like every present-day mechanic?