Sam Morris / Las Vegas Sun
Thursday, Nov. 1, 2012 | 2 a.m.
A cowboy named Darrell Diamond — yes, that’s really his name — blew into town the other day from Leadville, Colo., a man on a mission.
Normally he wrangles horses for the government and wild cattle for Indian tribes.
This day, he was on the Strip, hoping to rustle up a bride.
He says the pickin’s are pretty slim back home, population 2,643, where Country Road 4 meets U.S. 24 in the Rocky Mountains between Breckenridge and Aspen.
“I tried the online dating thing, and it’s so hard to communicate with women,” Diamond said.
After helping a married friend and his family move to Las Vegas, Diamond made up a cardboard sign with his intentions and phone number on the side and began driving the Strip in his gold pickup truck. He’ll even recite a little cowboy poetry (see video). He describes himself in his “late 30s.” He’s even willing to relocate to Las Vegas.
“I’ve gotten a few yelling, ‘Yeah, I’ll marry you,’ ” he said, standing outside a wedding chapel. “Maybe they’ll call.”
Darrell Diamond's cowboy poetry
If you want to better understand what a relationship will mean to him, you can hear him explain on this video.
Never happens when I’m around
At Marquee nightclub at the Cosmopolitan last weekend, a man who was sitting at a table with expensive bottle service took a wad of $100 bills and tossed them like confetti onto the dance floor.
Among the partyers: a young man celebrating his 21st birthday who jumped for the loose cash like a champion, grabbing enough to buy drinks for himself and the rest of his party for the rest of the night.
And you think he won’t tell this story over and over and over again when he gets back home to Albuquerque?
Lost and Frowned
A friend who left a cellphone at Red Rock Resort had no trouble getting it returned after she called the hotel’s lost-and-found.
“No problem,” she was told, “we end up with dozens of cellphones every day.”
And what else, she wondered?
Eye glasses and keys, of course. But guests also have gone home without their dentures and walkers.
But you have to give them credit for getting out of the house and having some fun.
Don’t mess with this motorist
Imagine, if you will, the profile of a Toyota Prius owner. Someone who’s probably a tree-hugger, a champion of clean energy and, to take it one step further, probably someone with the sensibilities of a peacenik.
So explain the license plate frame on the Prius parked the other day at the District in Henderson:
“Due to increased ammo prices, don’t expect a warning shot.”
The message was reinforced with a window sticker saying “Lock N Load,” with a cross-hairs over the N, bumper stickers bearing the image of what looked like military regiment symbols (one a shield with a rearing horse, the other a wreath around a rifle) and another with the image of a grenade and a silhouette of a person firing an assault rifle.
Things tourists ask
Front desk clerks around town are allowed to accept tips, so when a guest checking in to the Bellagio showed a $20 bill and asked a clerk for whatever she could do to give him an upgrade, she searched the computer and found a room with a better view.
He then pushed the twenty toward her with a request: “Can you break this? I need change.”
And a friend who once worked as a desk clerk at Imperial Palace talks of the crazy questions people ask. Two of them came quickly to mind:
“What time is your midnight show?”
“We are flying back to Toledo tomorrow morning. Our ticket says we leave at 11:30 a.m. Would that be Las Vegas time or Toledo time?”
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