It was almost 7:30 in the morning, on a Sunday no less, but in Las Vegas, when a building is about to be imploded, it’s never too early for a bloody mary or a mimosa.
Off Russell Road and the 215 Beltway, under a tent just south of the Gramercy’s never-finished nine-story condo tower — close enough to watch it come down but far enough to not get hit with debris — a cooler was packed with ice, four jugs of orange juice and five bottles of Michelle Brut sparkling wine. Close by, under another tent, a bartender was serving mixed drinks with vodka and Champagne.
