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| - Tale of the Fabulous Six
Girls' Summer Trip 2008
Fabulous Six decide to head to Vegas for their annual Summer Trip. After the initial rave reviews of Palazzo, FS decide to book a room at the relatively new hotel.
Walking into the grand, beautifully appointed lobby, FS were impressed. Lush! they exclaimed. Hearing beforehand that Palazzo was strict with their occupancy policy, only four of the six girls headed to the check in counter. ES and Cathy K opted to head over to the casino to get their gambling on straightaway.
The two circled the casino... twice... in five minutes. Surely this was a mere illusion! Surely the casino cannot consist of so few tables! Surely there was another pit! Surely there was more! Unfortunately - no. No more. What you see is what you get.
Dejected, they tried out the tables, only to walk away 10 minutes later crying, "Palazzo casino sucky! No tables and bad luck!" The two made their way up the lavishly mirrored elevators and stepped into their room.
Bathroom first! Elegantly appointed decor, for sure. Large mirrors everywhere, marble inlays everywhere, gold embellishments everywhere, big flat screen, big tub, big shower, and... oh! Robes and slippers in the closet! Yay!
Sunken living room featured ample sitting space, what with the giant L-shaped couch, ottomans, armchairs - lots and lots of seating!
Two widescreen LCDs were tuned to various channels, and the FS tossed back many Grey Goose + Pineapples. Soon, the FS were thoroughly trashed and ready to hit the town...
Fast forward to 6am. The girls return from an outrageous night. Actually, they only came back to the room because security in the teeny tiny Palazzo casino threatened to kick us out for being too rowdy. *huff* What to do now? Cathy K called down to the front desk and had a nice little chat with the employee. Pool - closed. Most restaurants - closed. Sucky! Any suggestions? - Nope. Sigh.
10am the rest of the girls awake. The FS threw on their skimpy suits and head to the pool. WTF?! Did all of Vegas come to visit this pool? Claustrophobic, the FS decided to just walk over to the pool at Venetian. Ahh, much better.
The girls dine at Delmonico's for dinner. Fat from the ribeyes, they decided to go back to their room and take Nap #2 before another outrageous night on the town.
The FS tottered to the Palazzo elevator. Just in time! An open elevator door! The girls pushed the button for their floor and.... and... and...
The elevator door stayed open. What the...? Cathy K impatiently jabbed the "Door Close" button. At that, the elevator gave a mighty lurch. With reflexes of cats, the FS jumped out of the lurching contraption and into another one across the hall.
Deja vu? This elevator lurched, too!
Screaming, everyone ran out. One by one, all the elevator doors slid open and stayed that way. Confused and scared Palazzo guests milled about the hallway, trading information/rumors. A terrorist attack? A malfunction? An emergency evacuation? A celebrity? No one could know for sure.
A uniformed guard approaches the crowd. He announces that the elevators will not be operating for the next 20 minutes. Then, one by one, he points to the FS and beckons them to follow. Oh no! What did they do?
The mutely followed behind the fat man, their hot pink dresses attracting unwanted attention during the unexpected Walk of Shame. People whisper. Bad girls they must be!
They walked into an employee entrance and followed the guard around the corner into... an employee elevator! Special treatment for the HOT pink FS! Yayers! Unlike the other unlucky guests, the FS got a special escort to their rooms and had the time to enjoy their beauty rest!
Fast forward... The FS ventured back down to the lobby with no plans. Clubs? Of course. Which one? Wherever the wind took us. Then they are approached by a promoter and escorted into the new 50/50 club. Nice and plush, the interior, but TOTALLY DEVOID OF CROWDS. Wtf? They were practically the only ones there! Afraid of hurting anyone's feelings, the FS pretend to stroll to the patio for a smoke, and climb over the gate, and out to freedom. They hit up Tao, Pure, and other random hotspots before finally trudging back to Palazzo and straight into bed.
The next morning. The girls pack up and wish Vegas a tired and wistful goodbye. They call for baggage service (they had about 20 suitcases between the six of them) and wait patiently for the bellhop to arrive. Two hours pass, and he is nowhere in sight. SIGH. LK decides to go downstairs to grab a coffee while they wait. She comes back 10 minutes later sans coffee. Turns out, every elevator was so full, she couldn't get on!
The FS didn't actually get to check out until way after 2pm. Palazzo elevator system sucks!
Broken elevators, empty clubs, dinky casino, nothing to do - BOO!. At least the rooms and security were nice. Gonna stick to Bellagio in the future.
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