Nevada State Museum, Las Vegas — Attraction in Las Vegas

I rarely post bad reviews but I feel I need to post this one because it is our tax dollars that support these organizations and the employees! I recently attended a fundraising function to support the Museum. There were very expensive auction items and I bid on one very high end item and won it. Needless to say trying to get the item was a nightmare. It was a large art piece. I was given the name and number for a certain employee, Joseph Dias, who I guess runs the Museum. It was difficult to reach him but when we finally made contact he appeared to be bothered by my call. Because I had no idea what the measurements were for the piece, I asked if he could measure it, he did. I measured the trunk of my SUV and headed up that way to pick it up. He had told me where to go over the phone so I followed directions and went exactly where he told me to go at the exact time he told me to be there. I waited over 15 minutes and nobody came out, I called again and he said he would come out and it was another 10 minutes, no biggie. He brought it to my SUV and stupid me, I had not measured the actual opening of the trunk, I measured the inside, well that threw him off the edge and sarcastically said to me.....didn't you measure correctly? wow! what an attitude, I thought to myself. So I apologized and said, I measured the interior only, I was so excited about winning the art piece that I didn't think to measure the actual opening, figuring it was the same as the interior. In any event, this happened in November 2024. He nastily took the piece back in with him, and just said, you'll just have to arrange for another pickup and make sure you measure correctly. So I emailed the other contact person's name that I had been given at the time of fundraiser and she was giving me only certain dates and times to pick up which made it a bit difficult with everyone's schedule since I had to arrange a driver with a bit larger SUV to pick up. When we were available, the museum was not. This went on until after the holidays. I contacted Donna, the person who was supposed to be arranging for the pickup and let her know the times my driver was available. I never heard from her for weeks until I threatened to contact the credit card company and file a dispute. Afterall, I didn't need this art piece, I was supporting the Museum! Anyway, Donna emailed me and said they were going to arrange for delivery, so I thought okay, great! I finally got a call from Joseph Dias again, again, with a rude and nasty attitude, and basically just said, when do you want it? I was polite and obliging, he never even said goodbye over the phone, just hung up on me. We finally had a date for the delivery. It was delivered last Monday February 24th by Joseph Dias, he rang my doorbell, I opened the courtyard gate, he never said good morning, he just proceeded to walk up to my front door and just said....where do you want it??? I politely said, I'll take it from here, he handed it to me, I remarked how pretty it was and thanked him! He rudely just walked away, never said your welcome or goodbye or thank you for supporting the Museum. Wow!!! I'm sorry because the Museum is a great place however these DEI hires, are something to be desired and should not have these wonderful jobs!!! I will NEVER support this place financially again, until they take into consideration who they hire and maybe teach them some etiquette towards the public that...

Title: Disappointing Experience with Security at the Museum

I very seldom leave a bad review, but my recent experience with the security officers at the museum over a sealed water container compelled me to do so. I have stage 4 mouth and throat cancer, which has severely impacted my ability to produce saliva. As a result of radiation and chemotherapy, my saliva glands and teeth were damaged, and I now have to carry a water bottle with me at all times.

I cannot even sleep through the night without waking up every hour to take a drink of water, as I have zero saliva. I have taken my water container to sporting events, concerts, and even through airport TSA without ever being told I couldn’t have it. While I don’t like carrying it, I simply have no choice.

The security staff at the History Museum showed no compassion or understanding of my condition. When I attempted to explain and show them that my water container was sealed and that I wasn’t going to spill it, they insisted I take it to the front and leave it. I explained that I couldn’t go without it for more than a few minutes, but they seemed indifferent and threatened to call Metro if I didn’t comply. Metro has better things to do than escort a 63-year-old man out of a museum for carrying a water bottle.

My wife and I were genuinely enjoying the beautiful museum until we encountered these unprofessional security officers who showed no care for my situation. It made us question where the common sense and compassion are in certain people. The museum itself is beautiful and well done, and while we enjoy visiting museums across the country, this experience stands out for all the wrong reasons. Other museums have similar policies, but they have also shown compassion and understanding, so I wonder if they are as strict about allowing wheelchairs inside as they are with water bottles.

It’s a disappointing situation that could have been handled with just a...

I've Found My Folies Bergère Wedding Dress (and it's gorgeous) 😍 You too can find your perfect Love Vegas dress in the Nevada State Museum (I didn't say you could wear it).

The museum acquired stage costume like sexy jewel-encrusted thongs and cutesy feathered headpieces for one of its changing exhibits, Entertaining Las Vegas One Rhinestone at a Time. And if you are really, really nice to the staff, they may let you into the over 8,000-piece Costume & Textile Collection.

How can you not fall in love with these beautiful Jerry Jackson creations, like my wedding dress, um, okay, it's actually Mademoiselle de Paris 1983. Not that I'd wear it.

To ensure they fit into the custom costumes costing thousands, showgirls (the ones prancing) and nude or dressed dancers (the ones dancing) had to record their weight when they signed their contract. Sorry, but deal breaker! Worse, those who strayed too far from the original number received warning slips. Double deal breaker!

Although I could get used to the idea of men blending into the set to support the showgirls, symbols of ideal feminine beauty and a cultural archetype (whatever that means). Double winner. They embody that which women admire and aspire to and men yearn for. Now that's a triple...