JJ Carlson - Pirates to Pyramids: Las Vegas Taxi Tales

PIRATES TO PYRAMIDS

Las Vegas Taxi Tales

J J Carlson

Pirates to Pyramids

Las Vegas Taxi Tales

Copyright 2010 by J J Carlson

ISBN 0-944-020-06-2

OPENING

For ten years I have been driving a taxi cab in one of the most interesting places in the world: Las Vegas. It all starts with the Strip. Ninety percent of rides come from the four miles of Las Vegas Boulevard called the Strip. The rest occur at the airport or downtown near Fremont Street which is where Las Vegas started. But far more interesting than this town are the people who come here. I am continually amused that they have such similar interests, from no matter where they come.

Most people come here to have fun. When they have more fun than they were expecting, which often happens, they really want to talk about it. And who better to share it with than their cab driver? Usually, if your cab driver speaks your language, he can listen better than a bartender and answer many of your questions.

What I find odd is how much people like to share with the taxi driver. I can discern at least five reasons for this:

1) They are anonymous, for what are the chances they will ever see you again

2) They want to confess

3) They want to brag

4) They need confirmation because they can't believe what just happened

5) They want to know if the cabbie can find more of that craziness because they liked it

Being a story teller as well as a story collector it has always pained me deeply when my audience arrives at their hotel, before I get to the end of the story. Don't ask me how many times I have offered to drive them around the block, at my cost, to hear the end.

So sit back and enjoy the ride. You're about to enter the world of the typical Las Vegas taxi driver.

MY START

I started driving a taxi cab in Nov. 2000. Business was so busy that I worked 12 hour shifts, 6 days per week. Rides poured into my cab as fast as I could empty the previous carload. Every hotel seemed like a boiling pot of stew spilling into my lap, each a different flavor, going to yet another hotel. These peak periods were great but sometimes things would go strangely quiet without warning.

At that time Vegas was returning to the "adult amusement" mentality after a mistaken marketing plan of inviting families. This backfired badly when they found that good parents did not leave their families stuck in the room to go gambling and dining. So there went an amusement park, a water park and several arcades leaving only a few things for kids.

Enter the larger and hotter nightclubs, expensive dinners by famous chefs and the new mantra, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

The new millennium was here and it was popping fresh. More and more young adults were discovering Vegas' nightlife and bringing serious money to play. I met many "Generation X" people with fresh money from the new Dot-Com boom. They were joined by their counterparts, the waiters and waitresses of the new pricey restaurants in town. They ended shifts at midnight with fat tips and hit the Strip. Weekends were a prime time to blow off steam in the new hot clubs at The Venetian, Hard Rock Hotel and later the Palms.

As a new driver, I started my shift at 3:00 am and watched a sea of faces exit these new clubs. Rather than go to bed, they would start phase two of their evenings. Many clubs wanted to close at 4:00 a.m. but some clever entrepreneurs marketed directly to the Gen X'ers by opening after hours places. These clubs caught on and spread like wildfire and so did the cabs. We were soon taking riders away from The Strip sometimes great distances. This was heady business and it fit perfectly into our formerly quiet mornings.

What shocked us were the hours these kids kept. They often were at it until noon. Who stays out drinking until noon? Were they super human? We found out later that they were doing it by avoiding alcohol. Usually they drank only water, because they were into the newest drug of choice:" E" or ecstasy, which, they said was spoiled by alcohol.

Club owners did not panic; they just upped their price to $9.00 a bottle for water.

MY TAXI TALES

Drunken Stories

Celeb Realities

Just Driving Down the Street

Celebrity Sightings

Sex in the Back Seat

How Screwed Am I?

This Is So Embarrassing

Cocaine Lesson

Happy Drunks

The Old Cabbie

Big City Guys and the Porn Queens

Girls Night Out

9/11 Touches Las Vegas

Hockey Girl

Runaway Plane

Absolutely Anyone Can Surprise You

Hangover

Vegas Hospitals

The Night the Lights Went Out

Fear Factor Backfire

Driving Stunts

The Luxor Ghosts

Off a Perfectly Good Building

Three Brothers and Dad the Admiral

Hotel Crime

Movie Making In Vegas

Pornos Are Movies, Too

What Was That Again

Poker Goes All In

More Poker Stories

TALES FROM LAS VEGAS PAST

Characters and Kooks

They Don't Make Them Like They Used To

Frank, Dean, Sammy, and Elvis

Bob Stupak

The Rest of the Story of Early Las Vegas

Closing

DRUNKEN STORIES

One Halloween, a night that literally howls in Vegas, people were pouring out of Mandalay Bay like a flash flood. A giant party had just ended and even before my doors closed from the last ride three new riders were into the back seat. I turned to ask the clich question, where to?" and found myself staring into the face of Elvis and two female companions in full costume with sequins. They promptly and proudly told me they were all gay and waited for my response. I said "I can't do a thing with any of you." Off I drove with Elvis singing his entire repertoire in perfect falsetto, and then all over again, as straight Elvis. He sang pretty good considering he was smashed.

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You may remember that Mexico had a President Fox, for a while during the Bush administration. One night his son got into my cab with his two friends who were completely and happily drunk. He was not drunk. They sat on each side of him and looked like bodyguards except they were embarrassing him unmercifully. At first, they tried to engage me in some verbal competition, but I didn't bite. So then they loudly announced that I had a celebrity in my car and did not even know it. Drunks will say anything, so again I didn't bite. This went on until they just had to tell me it was the son of President Fox.

I spoiled all their fun with my reaction, because I showed honest appreciation and respect for his father. I never expected the next thing these drunken friends said.

"Hey driver, pull the car into the alley where we can beat him up and demand a ransom."

I thought, Some friends these are. Thankfully, they started laughing. But they kept repeating it which was a little funny and a lot creepy.

I kept thinking," They have been thinking about this. Is this bodyguard humor or just drunk friends?

When we arrived at their hotel, Mr. Fox apologized for his friends. I told him the truth.

"Don't worry, lots of young guys get drunk in Las Vegas. It is so common its almost expected and with no reflection on you or your family."

I hope he keeps a close eye on those friends. What if they get drunk at home?

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One day, two guys who were feeling no pain in their hot new Mercedes convertible sports car pulled up to the red light at the intersection in front of the Caesars Palace. This car was so new and expensive that the admiring crowd still didn't know which model it was. But it was clearly built to go fast. And now the young driver and friend had to wait at the light for the pedestrians to finish crossing.

The light finally changed and these roadsters were more than ready to go. But now they were delayed by the last walker, a little old lady, feet crammed into old lady shoes who was moving so slowly. Try as she did, she could not move fast. Elderly people visit Las Vegas, too.