I’m still busy with Roll the Bones, but I’ve got to post what I think is the one-liner of the year…so far. From the AP:
Some teenage soccer players and their parents saw more sights than they wanted when they stayed at a hotel where about 200 swingers were having a New Year’s party.
Paul Camporini brought his wife, seventh-grade daughter and eighth- grade son from Safety Harbor and said he had to “delicately explain to my Catholic school children that swingers change partners during the evening.”
“My biggest gripe is that the hotel had two distinctly different groups under the same roof,” said Camporini, 49. “A soccer team and middle-aged swingers should not have been booked together.”
The families said the sexually adventurous partygoers sometimes flashed breasts and bare buttocks in front of the children as they sashayed through the hotel atrium. The parents described the dress at the Crowne Plaza Hotel-Airport in Orlando as “raunchy, despicable and worse than prostitutes.”
“We thought we were coming to Orlando, not the Las Vegas Strip,” said Mark Gilbert, the father of a boy who plays on the Clearwater Chargers, a group of 13-and-under players from Florida.
“We’re not prudes by any means,” said Rob Young of Greenville, S.C., who said his two daughters, Leah, 13 and Lauren, 11, asked questions he struggled to answer. “We would have liked to have been informed when we checked into the hotel so we could have made other arrangements.
“The kids could see through the glass atrium into the ballroom where naked people were dancing. There were exposed breasts, thongs and see- through dresses on women who were not wearing any underwear.”
With all of its luxury hotels, celebrity eateries, and world-famous production shows, it must be comforting to the executives in charge of promoting Las Vegas that, when someone sees a stray uncovered middle-aged breast, the first thing they think is “Las Vegas Strip.”
This is the unintended consequence of the “what happens in Vegas” campaign. You live by the sword, you die by the sword.
Still, like they say, any press is good press. Mark Gilbert should get a comped trip out here for all of the free advertising he got the Strip–I’m sure people are making their reservations now, thinking that naked dancing in glass atriums every day of the week.
They’re wrong–it’s only on the weekends, right?