"A prostitute stole my money!" a guy screamed at a Cosmo bar at 10:30 p.m. — pretty early to be that wasted and stupid.
The early line to get into club Pure at Caesars stretched a few tenths of a mile, almost all the way to the lobby. Waiting inside: Rihanna.
Over at Cosmo, tourists were decked out. A men’s restroom had 50 guys in line, with their fancy suit jackets and crossed legs.
But thanks to alcohol and frayed New Year’s Eve nerves, some of those men in suits lost their cool.
An entitled wealthy gentleman at Cosmo threatened me for leaning against the gentleman’s reserved bar couch.
"I paid a lot of money for this couch!" the gentleman yelled, menacing me.
Outside, freezing weather only slightly dulled foot traffic on Las Vegas Boulevard. It wasn’t as frenzied as it was after the stock market crash in 2008 — although back then, partiers were enticed to the street by televised motorcycle stunt shows.
An hour before midnight Friday, it was a relative breeze — a chilly breeze — walking down Las Vegas Boulevard in front of the Bellagio Fountains, where tourists took advantage of an unbelievable New Year’s Eve sight: some open railings in front of the water show.