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#121 OldRUSHfan

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Posted 27 July 2015 - 07:17 PM

I'd bet this guy has little recollection of the show so that's karma for you. I'd bet his video is out of focus, probably isn't even focusing on the band and with all his yelling and screaming I doubt he could hear anything else on it. I sure hope so, so his memories are as ruined as mine.

 

I guess I should have a little heart for the guy as I have been blind drunk at shows before but I know damned well I never acted the way this guy did. Why he had to be behind me instead of someone who didn't care about the show, well, that's because I'm a idiot and didn't move. I could have gotten into a seat near where I was at if I had tried but at the time I just didn't think of moving. I can be a incredible dumbass at times.

 

There is always hope that he will learn from these experiences....


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Posted 27 July 2015 - 07:19 PM

I knew as soon as I got to my seat that I was in trouble. I talked to the guy behind me for ten seconds, and I KNEW it was going to be horrible. It was.

 

The guy was wearing his bag of peanuts and had spilled beer all over himself and this is just the first set.

 

Second set, he's filming, right next to my head. Talking to me(go away, asswipe, I'm trying to enjoy and remember this), yelling I HAVE DINED ON HONEYDEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in my ear, talking to me some more, spilling beer on me, spitting on me when he "sings", more trying to talk to me even though I am ignoring him(DUDE, did you see him hit that bell with a hammer, WHOA!!!!!!!!)......

 

All I wanted to do was leave a Rush show. How messed up is that? I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Now, my last memory of Rush will be of this drunken POS. This asshole ruined my night. Totally ruined my last Rush gig(well, most likely).

 

It wasn't bad enough I couldn't hang with some actual Rush fans before the show as the damned Cosmo had to get set on fire. Of bloody course that had to happen. Today. Not tomorrow, frikking today. Then I get stuck with the fool from frigging hell.

 

Jacob's Ladder, though. Damn, I've wanted to see that one for years. I wish I had understood what was really going on with the stage/lighting show but I just didn't understand what I was seeing and distractions, I had a few.

 

Most likely, my last Rush show was the worst concert experience of my life, and I've seen a few hundred shows over the years. Had a few bad experiences there but nothing like this guy.

 

The universe hates me and I hate it back equally. Tonight was totally unfair to me, I had no chance. I got screwed the day before tickets went on sale when my Sis never told me she was going to get tickets for her, hubby and a friend. I could have gotten seats with them, better seats as they bought more than one, and I would not have been in front of the most drunken person in Vegas tonight. But no, she screwed me and the rest is history.

 

I was at her house the night before, she never said word one about buying tickets, so WTF? She just wakes up the next day and decides to buy tickets? I think not. So much for family.

 

What a fiasco. I don't know if losing a room because of a fire is worse than what I endured today. I have empathy for you who suffered, as I did too.

 

 

For one of my r30 shows, I had 3 drunk college kids 2 rows up. It almost seemed like they were pranking us on purpose... every time a song started, or there was a change in the music, or a start of a verse, they would do - in unison - a phony WHOOOOOO!!! and raise their hands/beer in the air. Basically parodying the enthusiasm of the people at the show.

 

I wanted to knock their heads together.  But like their type is, they got bored with it after 40 minutes and just left. 


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Posted 28 July 2015 - 06:10 PM

So, here's what happened in what I'm calling The Cosmo Clusterfuck...

 

We were five minutes out from arriving at the Cosmopolitan when we started getting messages from friends, "Your hotel is on fire!" At that point the fire was out, but they had evacuated the hotel and weren't letting anyone back in. So we went to the nearby Orleans casino to regroup and find out what the hell was going on. About an hour later I contacted the Cosmo to find out how, if at all, the fire was going to affect our check-in and overall stay at the hotel. They informed me that the fire was out and they were letting people back into the hotel. 

 

So, we headed over, parked, and I began the lengthy wait in the registration line. Everyone was arriving at the same time, so it took me almost an hour to make my way to the front desk. 

 

"Okay, so our records show you've booked the Terrace Suite and will be leaving on Monday..."

 

"What? The Terrace Suite? I booked the Wraparound Terrace Suite and we're only staying one night." The Terrace Suite is a nice room, but it's appropriate for a family, not for receiving guests for a party. I asked if there were any Wraparound Suites available and they told me no. 

 

*Sigh*

 

Okay, I'm a little irate, but I figure we'll make due. I'm adamant about not paying for a second night that I never asked for and they assured me that if I checked out by 11 the next morning, I would have the second night refunded to me, which had already been charged to my card. Okay, I thought; I can live with that. 

 

On my way to the room, Julie calls and tells me that the hotel won't allow customers to use luggage carts. You have to have a bell employee accompany you to the car and bring items up with you. Can we put a deposit on the cart and do it ourselves?

 

No. 

 

We're a family of four who has our luggage, plus a cooler full of beer for the party. Julie is told at the car that the Cosmo doesn't allow coolers to be brought to the room under any circumstances. Even if we bring it up ourselves?

 

No. Not under any circumstances.

 

We're paying hundreds of dollars for a room, and we're being treated like children. 

 

Awwww, hell no!!! Fuck that! 

 

Julie and Clint decide to bring the car around to the receiving door and smuggle the cooler into the hotel, Mission Impossible style, which they are successful in doing. 

 

We get to the room and it becomes apparent that the size of the room won't accommodate the couple of dozen or more guests that we were expecting to show up. We make the tough decision to cancel the party that we had planned for months, to celebrate what would probably be our last fling celebrating Rush in Las Vegas, a ritual that had become a tradition over the last ten years. I post here, and at TRF, that the party has been cancelled.

 

We walk to the MGM, see the show, and get back to the Cosmo. We stop by the front desk when we return to make sure that it's noted that we're not staying on Sunday and that any associate that we encounter in the morning there will know that we'll be refunded for the Sunday night that I never booked. We're assured again that this is the case. I have a few beers on the terrace, and enjoy what truly is a beautiful view of nighttime Vegas, and go to bed. 

 

In the morning, I hit the registration desk, as instructed, to make sure I'm not charged for a second night that we're not going to use. 

 

"Well, sir, it says here that you were given this rate by booking for a two night minimum."

 

"Ummmm...wait...what??? We were told twice yesterday that we weren't going to be left holding the bag for a night that I never even booked, after your hotel had screwed up and booked me in the wrong room?"

 

"Well, sir, it shows here that you booked this through the Marriott program. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it. You'll have to take the issue up with the Marriott registration program."

 

"Wait, aren't you a Marriott hotel?"

 

"Yes."

 

So in my head, I'm trying to figure out how a representative of a Marriott hotel is telling me that I'm going to have to take up the issue with Marriott hotels, when I don't even belong to the Marriott Rewards program and couldn't have booked it through those channels anyway. 

 

Needless to say, my blood pressure is rising. Just as I'm starting to chart out exactly how I'm about to lose my shit with the Cosmo and how far up the chain I'm going to have to go to get the issue resolved, Vanessa, the desk associate, spies the hotel manager and has a quiet conference with him for a few minutes. She returns to the desk and tells me she is going to refund my money for the Sunday night stay. 

 

Huh? Didn't she say there was absolutely nothing that could be done for me?

 

I keep my mouth shut, my money is refunded, and we depart the hotel, never again to return. 

 

 

And so ends the saga of the Great Cosmopolitan Clusterfuck.



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Posted 28 July 2015 - 06:20 PM

That was really a tough break.  I love visiting the Cosmopolitan but I guess I'll think twice about staying there.  You wouldn't have been treated this way by The Venetian, that's for sure.  I think as for the wraparound terrace suite, you were screwed from the get-go since the smoke/fire smell would have ruined having all those people, most of whom would want to stay on the terrace, anyway. 

 

Maybe next time, when Rush starts their Las Vegas residency, the "We Spent All Our Retirement Money Tour of 2019"


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Posted 28 July 2015 - 06:23 PM

Maybe next time, when Rush starts their Las Vegas residency, the "We Spent All Our Retirement Money Tour of 2019"

 

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Posted 28 July 2015 - 06:51 PM

For one of my r30 shows, I had 3 drunk college kids 2 rows up. It almost seemed like they were pranking us on purpose... every time a song started, or there was a change in the music, or a start of a verse, they would do - in unison - a phony WHOOOOOO!!! and raise their hands/beer in the air. Basically parodying the enthusiasm of the people at the show.

 

I wanted to knock their heads together.  But like their type is, they got bored with it after 40 minutes and just left. 

 

I was 7th row in Vegas and the guy in front of me lit up during HF. He spent most of the rest of the show sitting and slumped forward not moving. Made my sight lines that much better but for the life of me can't figure out why someone would pay for VIP seats and then wreck his own night.  


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Posted 28 July 2015 - 07:32 PM

I just hate it when stupid shit happens to good people. 

 

This should have been a heart-felt gathering of folks who, while initially drawn together by mutual admiration of a band, are now much more about simply being friends. 

 

I'm glad we'll have L.A., but I was legitimately bummed that this didn't work out.

 

Thanks so much for trying to make it happen!

 

What a Cosmofuck!


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Posted 28 July 2015 - 07:36 PM

I was 7th row in Vegas and the guy in front of me lit up during HF. He spent most of the rest of the show sitting and slumped forward not moving. Made my sight lines that much better but for the life of me can't figure out why someone would pay for VIP seats and then wreck his own night.  

 

i remember that - you've posted it before.  Yeah,  I don't get it. What a waste, that's a seat that another hard core fan would have enjoyed.


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Posted 28 July 2015 - 11:35 PM


"Well, sir, it shows here that you booked this through the Marriott program. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it. You'll have to take the issue up with the Marriott registration program."

Regarding the party, that is absolutely heartbreaking!

As far as hotels go- I've worked in hotels, there is ALWAYS something they can do and they ALWAYS have the authority and ability. 99% of the time there is no need to go higher than the manager for a resolution. Very glad to hear that they honored their word at checkout.

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Posted 29 July 2015 - 06:23 PM

So, here's what happened in what I'm calling The Cosmo Clusterfuck...

 

We were five minutes out from arriving at the Cosmopolitan when we started getting messages from friends, "Your hotel is on fire!" At that point the fire was out, but they had evacuated the hotel and weren't letting anyone back in. So we went to the nearby Orleans casino to regroup and find out what the hell was going on. About an hour later I contacted the Cosmo to find out how, if at all, the fire was going to affect our check-in and overall stay at the hotel. They informed me that the fire was out and they were letting people back into the hotel. 

 

So, we headed over, parked, and I began the lengthy wait in the registration line. Everyone was arriving at the same time, so it took me almost an hour to make my way to the front desk. 

 

"Okay, so our records show you've booked the Terrace Suite and will be leaving on Monday..."

 

"What? The Terrace Suite? I booked the Wraparound Terrace Suite and we're only staying one night." The Terrace Suite is a nice room, but it's appropriate for a family, not for receiving guests for a party. I asked if there were any Wraparound Suites available and they told me no. 

 

*Sigh*

 

Okay, I'm a little irate, but I figure we'll make due. I'm adamant about not paying for a second night that I never asked for and they assured me that if I checked out by 11 the next morning, I would have the second night refunded to me, which had already been charged to my card. Okay, I thought; I can live with that. 

 

On my way to the room, Julie calls and tells me that the hotel won't allow customers to use luggage carts. You have to have a bell employee accompany you to the car and bring items up with you. Can we put a deposit on the cart and do it ourselves?

 

No. 

 

We're a family of four who has our luggage, plus a cooler full of beer for the party. Julie is told at the car that the Cosmo doesn't allow coolers to be brought to the room under any circumstances. Even if we bring it up ourselves?

 

No. Not under any circumstances.

 

We're paying hundreds of dollars for a room, and we're being treated like children. 

 

Awwww, hell no!!! Fuck that! 

 

Julie and Clint decide to bring the car around to the receiving door and smuggle the cooler into the hotel, Mission Impossible style, which they are successful in doing. 

 

We get to the room and it becomes apparent that the size of the room won't accommodate the couple of dozen or more guests that we were expecting to show up. We make the tough decision to cancel the party that we had planned for months, to celebrate what would probably be our last fling celebrating Rush in Las Vegas, a ritual that had become a tradition over the last ten years. I post here, and at TRF, that the party has been cancelled.

 

We walk to the MGM, see the show, and get back to the Cosmo. We stop by the front desk when we return to make sure that it's noted that we're not staying on Sunday and that any associate that we encounter in the morning there will know that we'll be refunded for the Sunday night that I never booked. We're assured again that this is the case. I have a few beers on the terrace, and enjoy what truly is a beautiful view of nighttime Vegas, and go to bed. 

 

In the morning, I hit the registration desk, as instructed, to make sure I'm not charged for a second night that we're not going to use. 

 

"Well, sir, it says here that you were given this rate by booking for a two night minimum."

 

"Ummmm...wait...what??? We were told twice yesterday that we weren't going to be left holding the bag for a night that I never even booked, after your hotel had screwed up and booked me in the wrong room?"

 

"Well, sir, it shows here that you booked this through the Marriott program. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it. You'll have to take the issue up with the Marriott registration program."

 

"Wait, aren't you a Marriott hotel?"

 

"Yes."

 

So in my head, I'm trying to figure out how a representative of a Marriott hotel is telling me that I'm going to have to take up the issue with Marriott hotels, when I don't even belong to the Marriott Rewards program and couldn't have booked it through those channels anyway. 

 

Needless to say, my blood pressure is rising. Just as I'm starting to chart out exactly how I'm about to lose my shit with the Cosmo and how far up the chain I'm going to have to go to get the issue resolved, Vanessa, the desk associate, spies the hotel manager and has a quiet conference with him for a few minutes. She returns to the desk and tells me she is going to refund my money for the Sunday night stay. 

 

Huh? Didn't she say there was absolutely nothing that could be done for me?

 

I keep my mouth shut, my money is refunded, and we depart the hotel, never again to return. 

 

 

And so ends the saga of the Great Cosmopolitan Clusterfuck.

 

Sorry this happened, Casey.....Julie also.....


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Posted 31 July 2015 - 05:56 AM

Regarding the party, that is absolutely heartbreaking!

As far as hotels go- I've worked in hotels, there is ALWAYS something they can do and they ALWAYS have the authority and ability. 99% of the time there is no need to go higher than the manager for a resolution. Very glad to hear that they honored their word at checkout.

Now I'm righteously pissed. You are so right and those assholes at the Cosmo fucked us all. There is no way in hell that hotel couldn't get it right, yet they did. Didn't have a room my ass. The only night this town gets full is New Years Eve and this wasn't that day.

 

Someday, when I'm out and about in that area(I don't often go to the Strip for anything other than to deliver a pie once in a while) I might go in there and yell at them. This is Vegas, I was born and raised here. I know damned well how this type of shit should have been handled and they failed miserably.


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