Las Vegas Weekly

October 8, 2008 · 10:15 AM

Ski-mask wearing woman wielding power-washing gun leaves behind mystery

By Robin Leach

In my job I receive the good, the bad and the ugly when it comes to e-mail communications -- but certainly none more mysterious and intriguing than the following:

It was just another Monday night of partying for my friends and myself in Las Vegas. Well, at least we thought it was.

A crazy woman sporting a ski mask wielding a power washer gun and an unfamiliar logo with the letters "NDSRAW" made us think otherwise. Of course, this is Sin City — a place where anything goes and nothing should be of shock value.

Photo: Courtesy photo

The mysterious NDSRAW logo on the streets of Vegas.

But this took the cake.

So, here's how the craziness and excitement all played out.

As we were headed for the car after another evening of dancing and debauchery at a local Vegas nightclub, we came across this bizarre logo imprinted in the street.

I said to my girlfriend, "What the hell is NDSRAW? Do you know? Have you heard of NDSRAW?" She responded: "You know, I have heard NDSRAW, but I really don't know what it is. Kick-ass logo, though."

Intrigued by what we saw, we figured we'd check it out online or something when we got home and figured we'd be able to find out something about this whole NDSRAW thing.

Little did we know we had just touched the tip of the iceberg with this whole NDSRAW adventure for the evening. You have no idea (well, you will find out shortly).

As we continued toward our car, this whole NDSRAW thing got even more interesting. Right before we reached our car, we spot this crazy woman wearing a ski mask and holding one of those power washer guns.

Not having a clue what was going on — maybe she was insane, maybe the local psych ward had a midnight outing for burgers and fries — we cautiously moved closer to the wildness.

As we moved closer to her, we could hear her going off on an expletive-filled tirade about "how dirty these damn Vegas streets have become" and that something needs to be done. She continued rambling on about how we all need to come together, unite and clean this world up.

Like I said before, this is Vegas so nothing should be shocking. But this chick took the cake, the crème de la crème of all insanity laced into the Las Vegas culture.

My girlfriend busted out her camera at this point, deciding we need to document this scene because "no one is going to believe us when we tell them what we saw," she said.

And then the bizarreness of it all came together in an instant.

We thought she was just going to start cleaning the street with her power-washing gun. And yes, that's what she did. But this wasn't your standard "cleaning" of the streets. We could tell she was doing something abnormal, spraying some design or something into the cement.

Once she was finished, my girl and I were left freaked out. There it was again! The words NDSRAW and that logo on top of it. Now, with us totally freaked out, not so much by the crazy woman and her power washer, but by this unique logo and the letters NDSRAW, we decided we'd get out of there and grab a quick bite to eat before heading home.

So, as we chowed down at a local 24-hour diner, my girlfriend and I talked about this whole NDSRAW thing. We were clueless as to what it meant, but more so, intrigued by what it could mean. "We have to find out what this NDSRAW thing is. Seriously … this is going to bother me forever," I said.

We finished eating and made a quick stop at a local Las Vegas Starbucks coffee shop for a quick drink for the ride home.

And to our surprise, there it was again. That logo, what seemed to be permanently imprinted in the street the two other occasions we had seen it already, was sticking out like a sore thumb in front of the Starbucks.

"Unreal," my girlfriend blurted out. "NDSRAW again! What is going on? Is someone trying to tell us something? Babe, we gotta get out of here! NDSRAW is stalking us!"

I laughed, but man, maybe she had a point. Maybe this whole NDSRAW thing was being thrown in front of our faces — and feet for that matter — for a reason, for a purpose.

We got home and went to bed, with neither of us getting much sleep at all that night. I couldn't get NDSRAW out of my head, nor could my girlfriend. And the crazy woman with the power washer just put the icing on the cake for the whole evening.

Who was she? Is she this NDSRAW thing? Is it an acronym for something? Is there some cryptic meaning behind it? Is NDSRAW a movement of some sort, perhaps a world-changing, culture-altering revolution the global society is unaware of this point?

Only time will tell.

But thanks to the letters NDSRAW and the woman with the ski mask and power washing gun, it was a night I will surely never forget.

I think I’ve figured it out -- but can’t wait to hear what you think. Can you unravel the mystery? Do you have great guesses as to what’s up with the woman with the powergun? Moment I get official confirmation that my guesswork is correct I’ll let you know!

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