LAS VEGAS – Take a look at the top of this melon and you’ll get a pretty good idea about why I haven’t sat down in a barber’s chair for years.
I go in a different direction than most dudes suffering from male pattern baldness. Instead of hiding it or doing a creative comb-over, I decided years ago to just take it down to the wood and let the world think what it will about the chrome dome.
Usually, I pull out the buzzer once or twice a week to mow the lawn, but on a visit to the Wynn Las Vegas spa on Monday, we were invited to enjoy a straight razor shave, which involves hot towels, cold towels, various lotions and of course, a close shave that makes you hope the barber didn’t party too much the night before when she gets around the jugular.
Thankfully, the talented Tina, who was in charge of making this motley crew of Canadians at least somewhat presentable, was steady of hand and there were no major casualties. She certainly had the chance to slice this poor soul.
I asked Tina if she would be kind enough to go above the ears too, without taking one or both of them off. She asked if I wanted the buzzer or the straight razor and I went for the latter. I write this contribution after taking the take-it-down-to-the-wood thing to a whole new level.
Even in the rising temperatures along the strip, the melon is cool and soft and the chin is feeling pretty nice too. I suspect I won’t have to shave again before leaving Vegas on Thursday night and the close shave up top should stay sparkling at least until the weekend.
The barber’s chair I sat in as Tina worked her creation was a vintage model that offered a nice touch to the place. It reminded me of the kind that older and hairier barbers than Tina used when I was a kid and they would place a board across the arms just to get me up higher.
Of course, when I was a kid, the Rat Pack was a big part of this town and in particular, they hung out at what is now the Wynn, but was then known as the Desert Inn. As Tina scraped away at me, I wondered if the bad boys of Vegas had made such an experience part of their day, which likely included a day of golf as it did with us.
Even though the par 70 course we played is at the same location as the old Rat Pack hangout, it is a much different course, a Steve Wynn-Tom Fazio creation that still has about 1,200 mature trees from the old course, not to mention man made waterfalls along its 7.000 yards with the unique Vegas skyline in the background.
Oddly enough on a resort course, there are just two sets of tees with the forwards stretching to 6,464 yards, quite a difference. Yet, it’s still quite accommodating to all skill levels with generous landing areas off the tee and not a ridiculous amount of trouble, so an enjoyable experience is likely for most who tee off.
I was enjoying one of my better days on the golf course, particularly off the tee, but I caught a particular break on the 13th green, which our caddies called “The Clown’s Mouth.”
The clown wasn’t laughing at me when I thought I had rolled the ball off the backside of the green, but instead of going into the greenside rough, it curled around, ran along the back edge and fell back towards the hole where it stopped just a few feet from dropping.
We tried weird, goofy putts a few times afterwards and the boomerang effect continued. I wish all the greens were like the Clown’s Mouth because their speed was much slower than I expected. The course ends with a man-made waterfall just beyond the 18th green.
With its close proximity to the Vegas Strip, green fees cost between $300 and $375 during the summer, so there’s something to be said for location, location, location.
The retro feel to the day continued on Monday evening when we took in a performance of Viva Elvis, a Cirque du Soleil production at the Aria at CityCenter that features much of the King’s best known hits.