It's not so much the rainbow in the logo, or the Chippendale's show it hosts, or the fact that it's the only casino with male cocktail servers…  the guests are what make you not want to be seen at the Rio.   The Rio is a like a safe-harbor for elderly couples from Tennessee to turn into infants and be enticed by bright, flashing, unnecessary colors.  However, ambling in between these gaping, rubber neckers are the "future single parents of America" ("FSPA").  Wearing ‘urban wear’ bought at Marshall's (pictures of thugged out Looney Tunes) and using their Sidekicks to furiously text their "booty-calls" to meet up at Club Rio, they will ultimately head over to the Voodoo Lounge where they will be disgusted by the overweight, mid-40 something Canadian women in town for a "girls weekend."   The whole casino is like an infestation of people whom you'd be annoyed if they sat next to you at their "famous buffet."