From left to right: Real World cast members Heather, Dustin, Mike, Naomi, Adam, Leroy and Nany.
Thursday, March 24, 2011 | 5:15 p.m.
With time on my hands and the series invading my hometown for the second time, I knew that the 25th season of the Real World would be an instant guilty pleasure. When the cast calls your city home, you tend to watch the show differently. You judge their every move, you observe the blatant disregard for reality and you think about how you could have done everything oh so much better.
And after only three episodes, it is evident that The Real World: Las Vegas will be a drama-rama chock-full of semi-violent disputes, product placements and bad decisions.
Okay Hard Rock, we know you cut a deal with MTV, but I think it’s about time for the seven strangers to stray from Vanity. After being kicked out of the place twice, I definitely think Adam needs some time away. But what a great lesson to teach future Vegas visitors: bouncers don’t give a shit who you are, don’t act a fool up in the club!
And it’s not just the bouncers who aren’t impressed by anyone’s soon-to-be pseudo-celebrity, it’s the locals they’re hitting on while wasted on the dance floor. Here’s one gem from Adam from the season’s recent airings:
“It’s 1 a.m. I’m going down there for an hour and I’m trying to find some random slut. If it doesn’t happen I’m coming home and I’m going to sleep.”
Yeah, so Adam went home alone that night…only after being escorted out and hurling his guts into a trashcan about 10 feet from the club’s velvet rope. He was trying to avoid a hangover though, so points to him for taking care of business.
Speaking of clubbing, I have to say it: Blue Martini on your first night in Vegas? Weak sauce! I was hoping for something more like The Hangover from the MTV crew. But the season is still young, so I’ll stop bagging on the housemates’/MTV’s Vegas nightlife knowledge.
Shifting gears, it would be nice to show the world that an exciting dining scene exists beyond the walls of the Hard Rock’s casino. Three episodes deep and the only food establishment the cast has been to outside the Paradise Road property is Subway. Hey MTV: product placement sucks to begin with; when it seems unreal, it sucks even more.
Something that seems completely real in this season, though, is the cast’s interaction. We only had to wait until the second episode to “find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real.” Although Dustin and Mike ended up apologizing to each other, all wasn’t quiet on the penthouse front for long. Adam’s apparent need to get shit-faced doesn’t sit too well with Leroy, and neither does his lack of remorse for the aftermath that follows (a drunken, blacked-out rage). Needless to say, I’m excited for the huge blowout teased in the weekly sneak peek trailers.
And there’s a lot more to be excited for this season than that. Dustin is developing a relationship with Heather (even though she doesn’t know he used to get paid to run around naked on a webcam), Nany, the only non-single roommate, basically decides to break up with her boyfriend of six years (hello, you’re in Vegas!), and that’s only the beginning. Remember that the first Vegas season produced the most episodes in the series’ history (though tied with Denver). These lucky seven are in a city where sexual taboos and drunken debauchery thrive, just imagine the possibilities. They’re endless.
Arguably one the coolest joints in town, the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino houses some of Vegas' best entertainment, restaurants and nightlife.
At Hard Rock, it's all about the music. From the light fixtures made out of drum cymbals and guitar shaped door handles to stage costumes and tools of the trade of legendary musicians displayed on the walls, the hotel screams rock and roll. The Hard Rock's Joint has hosted some the biggest names in music — from The Who to Bob Dylan to hometown heroes, The Killers.Aside from the music venues, the pool at the Hard Rock is one of its biggest attractions. Spread out over 4.7 acres, the pool area features swim-up blackjack, a bar and grill, private cabanas, a bevy of secluded nooks, a waterfall and an extensive live music venue with a dance floor. During the summer, the pool transforms into the Rehab club on Sunday afternoons.
The resident nightclub Body English fuses European elegance with a rock star bachelor pad and it often a hot spot for visiting celebs and popular DJs. Vintage rock memorabilia lines the walls at Wasted Space, Hard Rock's anti-club.
Restaurants at Hard Rock are just as hip as the rest of the casino. Pink Taco serves up Mexican dishes, as well as a Central American and Caribbean menu. Nobu, one of five worldwide Japanese-specialty restaurants from famed Nobu Matsuhisa, satisfies a different taste. For round-the-clock cuisine, Mr. Lucky's 24/7, is sure to ease your appetite even after a Vegas-all-nighter.
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