Did I Really Pay For That? More Reflections on the Trip to Las Vegas

My girlfriend had me take her to Minus5 (the ice bar) while we were in Las Vegas over the weekend.  It was fun, but at some point I found myself thinking, am I really paying to drink in sub-freezing temperatures?  I’m from Nebraska.  Haven’t I already done this for free?  Didn’t I, in fact, regard it as a burden?

Now, to digress a little, I noticed today that my last three posts have been about my weekend Las Vegas trip.  I figured I might as well make this a Las Vegas week on my blog.  Hell, last week was stripper week.  This week can be Vegas week.

Anyway, to return from this digression, my girlfriend found this bar and wanted to go.  It was supposed to be cool since everything inside was supposed to be made of ice.  I suppose it was cool.  They rent you parkas and shove you inside what is basically a walk in freezer.  The walls, chairs, tables, sculptures, and bar are all made out of ice.  The floor is concrete and the ceiling is drop tile, but everything else is ice.  Even the cups for your drink (no rocks necessary).  Basically, you sit on a block of ice (covered in a fake fur rug) and rest your drink on a block of ice (on a rubber mat since the glass could conceivably freeze to the table or slide off).  You are even instructed to hold the drink in both hands as ice is kinda slippery.  They even had an ice sculpture of a naked female torso and you could take shots from tubes coming out her breasts.

It was interesting and all.  Everybody in there seemed to be having fun.  You could even look out of the ice windows at the real windows (quadruple paned) into the casino.  Not bad.  Novel.  Except, I started thinking, I’m paying a large amount of money to drink where it is below freezing.  Didn’t I get enough of that growing up in Nebraska?  Granted, the ice bar was actually warmer than when I usually had to drink outside growing up in Nebraska, but still.  Didn’t I used to bitch about having to drink outside in the winter because my friends and I were underage (walking with a pint, drinking in parked cars, drinking parties out in the woods or a field, etc.)?  I’m pretty sure I did.  I’m pretty sure I regarded drinking outside in winter as a burden that had to be borne, something that sucked.  I’m pretty sure I would have paid for heat, not artificial cold.  Now, it was a novelty and worth paying for.  Am I stupid?

Probably so.  Anyway, it was something fun to take my girlfriend to.  She wanted to go, so we went.  Next time I’ll just take her to a barn party somewhere near Gothenburg in January and accomplish the same thing for a tenth the cost.

Anyway, here are some pics from the visit:

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About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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2 Responses to Did I Really Pay For That? More Reflections on the Trip to Las Vegas

  1. Stephanie says:

    You know, an ice bar seems like a fun one-time stop. I’d go just to see it but then probably never go again. I wonder if they have regulars.

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