Girls Gone Wild at Ice House: If This Bus Is A-Rockin’, Don’t Come A-Knockin’

Spotting a "Girls Gone Wild" bus in action is like catching a glimpse of Big Foot. You know it exists. But you just don't believe it till you see it. And then one comes creeping to a stop at your local watering hole, and you think, "Wow. Really? What's going on in there?!"

Witness Friday night's bus stop at the Ice House. I went but didn't have the energy to chat with the videographers, willing ladies or anyone else with access to the bus, because I was pretty beat from a full day of hanging out with Hooters girls and fake cows (see my photo presentation below) and catching the Police and Elvis Costello play the MGM (column to come above in a few minutes).

But I did swing by to gawk at midnight. It was a strange scene, obviously. The Ice House was packed, but not with tramps. Tattooed and pierced men mingled with laid-back women for the main event: an emo band. Emo, as you know, started out as emotional punk rock. It has splintered into sub-sub-genres, like emo-pop rock. It's a very sensitive music, with romantic tones. Emo fans are like nice goth punks who've gone to therapy. That's a terrible generalization. But you get what I'm saying.

Anywho, on the fringes of this concert of emo fans were a few videographers, walking around with cameras, and they'd saunter up to women here and there, turn their camera lights on, point the lens in the face of a pretty woman and approach her about "Girls Gone Wild." I didn't see any takers, but I was only there for a bit, and the women I saw kind of smiled and said no.

It seems like Vegas is a prime hunting ground for the "Girls Gone Wild" people on the prowl, since there are quite a few women here to prey on, those who might not mind the extra money to supplement various habits, vices or rent money, or to send resulting tapes to mean old Daddy. But maybe that's sexism and selling Vegas women short.

At any rate, I did see one of the videographers summing up the night so far. Asked if he was enlisting any women, he made a "so-so" gesture with his hands. "Some," he said. "We'll make it happen." Well, right, and you know the old bumper sticker: If this bus is a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'.