Today's adventure led me to the illustrious Adult Superstore, a Vegas legend encapsulated within four walls. And oh, if those walls could talk, they would tell some interesting stories I'm sure.
For those of you unfamiliar with this establishment, the superstore is the ultimate toy store for adults, with items for sale of the sexual persuasion. Truly, if you are a local and don't know about this place, you are either so completely pure of mind (impossible, considering you reside in Sin City) or you have probably lived under a rock.
This was my third trip here. The first time was a few years ago following my 21st birthday. On our way home from a night of drinking, my boyfriend at the time and our roommates decide to make a stop there on our way home. We were there for hours, as the boys decided to peruse through each aisle and either review or speculate on the content of various DVDs on display. We went home empty-handed, since the guys couldn't justify buying porn when they regularly stole cable.
The second trip was a few months ago with some of my gal pals on our way home from a night of drinking in the wee late hours of the morning (again!). That experience was fun because while we were pointing and laughing at movies and toys, we noticed another patron nervously pacing in front of the AS theater. He couldn't bring himself to enter the theater for some reason, and eventually left after several minutes. We suspected it was his first time, and might have just been embarassed. Either that or our unbridled laughter scared him off.
Today, I went to the AS on a mission: to buy a birthday present for a friend. (Seriously, I know some of you are snickering and/or commenting that I went to stock up on stuff. Think what you want, pervs. The little black plastic bag here says otherwise!)
This afternoon's visit was a whole different experience because 1)I was actually going there with the intention of buying something specific, 2)it was midday, and 3)I had not been drinking prior to traveling there. Seeing that place in the day through sober eyes was more fun than I imagined. First off, the parking lot was not sparsely occupied as I had expected. There were some seemingly normal-looking people there, in fact, I think I may have spotted a former neighbor in the DVD section. The staff on duty were far more friendly and helpful than I previously remembered. But it was the multitude of toys on every wall of the first floor that was the main attraction. If you name it, they have it - no matter how obscene or obscure the contraption.
The sex industry is definitely not short on creativity, although seeing all of these "props" has led me to believe that artistry of sex is quickly fading into oblivion. Sex is becoming less intimate, far less sacred, and more of a hobby than a bonding expression. The toys leave nothing to the imagination.
Some of the more notable items for sale include "The Destroyer", clearly a marketing failure - why purchase something that sounds like it could potentially annihilate your orifices? Another phallic faux pas is "The Ultimate Challenge" which nearly matched the length and circumference of a human male arm - and not a male midget...I mean a full-grown normal sized man. The Ultimate Challenge must have weighed 20 lbs. Absurd.
So if you're looking for a place to find great gifts for friends or a stop between the club and home on a late night, I would recommend the landmark Adult Superstore. It's where you can share laughs, be disgusted, and be entertained in one trip. I look forward to going back!
For those of you unfamiliar with this establishment, the superstore is the ultimate toy store for adults, with items for sale of the sexual persuasion. Truly, if you are a local and don't know about this place, you are either so completely pure of mind (impossible, considering you reside in Sin City) or you have probably lived under a rock.
This was my third trip here. The first time was a few years ago following my 21st birthday. On our way home from a night of drinking, my boyfriend at the time and our roommates decide to make a stop there on our way home. We were there for hours, as the boys decided to peruse through each aisle and either review or speculate on the content of various DVDs on display. We went home empty-handed, since the guys couldn't justify buying porn when they regularly stole cable.
The second trip was a few months ago with some of my gal pals on our way home from a night of drinking in the wee late hours of the morning (again!). That experience was fun because while we were pointing and laughing at movies and toys, we noticed another patron nervously pacing in front of the AS theater. He couldn't bring himself to enter the theater for some reason, and eventually left after several minutes. We suspected it was his first time, and might have just been embarassed. Either that or our unbridled laughter scared him off.
Today, I went to the AS on a mission: to buy a birthday present for a friend. (Seriously, I know some of you are snickering and/or commenting that I went to stock up on stuff. Think what you want, pervs. The little black plastic bag here says otherwise!)
This afternoon's visit was a whole different experience because 1)I was actually going there with the intention of buying something specific, 2)it was midday, and 3)I had not been drinking prior to traveling there. Seeing that place in the day through sober eyes was more fun than I imagined. First off, the parking lot was not sparsely occupied as I had expected. There were some seemingly normal-looking people there, in fact, I think I may have spotted a former neighbor in the DVD section. The staff on duty were far more friendly and helpful than I previously remembered. But it was the multitude of toys on every wall of the first floor that was the main attraction. If you name it, they have it - no matter how obscene or obscure the contraption.
The sex industry is definitely not short on creativity, although seeing all of these "props" has led me to believe that artistry of sex is quickly fading into oblivion. Sex is becoming less intimate, far less sacred, and more of a hobby than a bonding expression. The toys leave nothing to the imagination.
Some of the more notable items for sale include "The Destroyer", clearly a marketing failure - why purchase something that sounds like it could potentially annihilate your orifices? Another phallic faux pas is "The Ultimate Challenge" which nearly matched the length and circumference of a human male arm - and not a male midget...I mean a full-grown normal sized man. The Ultimate Challenge must have weighed 20 lbs. Absurd.
So if you're looking for a place to find great gifts for friends or a stop between the club and home on a late night, I would recommend the landmark Adult Superstore. It's where you can share laughs, be disgusted, and be entertained in one trip. I look forward to going back!
1 comment:
Woo Hoo! I believe I am the friend in question in the above mentioned trip to the Adult Superstore.
You know you are good friends with somebody when they go shopping for you at the Adult Superstore!
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