Recently, the Rio Suites Hotel in Las Vegas introduced a gimmick involving its cocktail waitresses. In one of those moves that makes you wonder if someone understands the concept, the Rio got rid of all the servers who'd been hired because of their cleavage and/or buttocks, and now hires based on singing and dancing. Every so often, these "bevertainers" (as they're called) stop bringing you watery scotch and instead hop up to perform on little platforms situated throughout the casino. I haven't seen it yet but reports do not make this sound like a fabulous idea. "Bevertainers," by the way, is a term derived from the word "beverage" and I'm told most people pronounce it by inserting an extra "a," guess where.
Not to be outdone, the Imperial Palace now has "The Legends Pit," which features Blackjack dealers who are celebrity imitators. Thursday through Sunday evenings, a grouping of seven tables is manned by Elvis look-alikes, Madonna clones, Cher doppelgangers, etc. This sounds like the set-up to about three weeks of Leno monologue jokes. The first one that comes to mind is that they had to fire the Michael Jackson impersonator because he wouldn't hit on anything over twelve.