Frankie's Tiki Room (photo by me!)
I wrote about the opening of Frankie’s Tiki Room a few months ago for the Las Vegas Weekly. It’s a neat hipster place that is nice instead of purposefully junky. However, it’s always been a little too smoky for my tastes. Imagine my joy when I got this email from owner P Moss:
P Moss sent a message to the members of Frankie’s Tiki Room.
Subject: CLEARING THE AIR AT FRANKIE’S
“A smoke eater has been installed at Frankie’s Tiki Room, which should clear the air and make the escape just a little closer to paradise. Mahalo”
When I was sitting on the airplane, waiting to fly home to Vegas from my childhood home in Texas, I got an email from my editor. My job, if I chose to accept it, was to attend the opening of Frankie’s Tiki Room from midnight to 1am and write about it.
Get paid to have fun? Yes! Now this is what I signed up for when I chose to be a writer.
I dragged one of my friends to the opening, and we drank crazy tropical drinks, enjoyed the hipster scenery and had a general good time. This is what it looked like:
A few days later, I sat at the kitchen table and typed out my experiences (after 30 minutes of procrastination on Perezhilton.com. Embarrassing, I know). Often, writing is a struggle for me, this time it wasn’t. I’m not sure the difference, but I think my looming noon haircut appointment allowed me to abandon my typical neuroses and get the job done. If only I could go to the salon every time an article is due.
The piece was part of a neat 24 hours in Vegas concept. Here’s how it turned out in the end: