The Cheese Stands Alone

Recently, the Design Diva, Retro Raven and myself, the Modern Maven had the divine pleasure of seeing the one, the only Mr. Las Vegas himself, the multi-cultural, multi-talented Wayne Newton perform in concert. With show-stopping tap dance numbers, a lovely orchestra and the musical bravado of Mr. Newton intermingled with old-fashioned, call-it-as-you-see-it humor and a touching tribute to our brave soldiers overseas and at home, I was swept away with the magic of Old Las Vegas, the type you hear about in songs and see in great old 50’s and 60’s era movies. I mean, how can I not be taken with a man who, in his seventies, still gets cheers from the ladies when he shakes his impressively in-shape rhinestone-clad ass?

I know I am not alone as I long for the glitz and glamour, the fast-talking wise guy who’s got a way with the ladies, and kitschy, mid-century charm (and by kitch, I am of course referencing the Design Diva’s new and much improved definition of the word) and the 1950’s era mystique of legendary casino/hotels like the Sands and the Flamingo-before it was a Hilton.

To experience this type of Las Vegas, you need not turn anywhere else than native Arizonan Wayne Newtons’ show, where you’re sure to hear Danke Schoen and Hello Dolly any night of the week! I highly recommend this show and an extra dry martini with two olives to anyone!

With love,

The Modern Maven