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| - At the Copa, Copa Cabana, they fell in love..." sang Barry Manilow in 197.. I know this is the Tropicana not the Copa Cabana but I couldn't help think of this song as this place had a similarly ending name, similar cheesiness that I associate with Manilow and a style that seems stuck in the end of the 70s.
In fact the Tropicana doesn't look like it's had a touch up since 1979. Paint is peeled, signs long washed out, a certain aqua, chiseled quality to the pool. Most of the staff weren't around in the 70s. It's like many a job, especially by the pool and fitness area are reserved for local junior college students with their first Strip job. The disgruntled generation next meets put upon yet whatever saying high school attitude is pervasive in any interactions.
While other pools send their hottest staff out to wait on you at the pool and welcome you to their Spa and/or Fitness center, the Tropicana makes clear they have surrendered any hope of being chic, hip or worth a high price. So the room was cheap and while not in the middle of the strip as I was informed, well located against the much more together and fun seeming MGM.
With the cheapness however, comes an opportunity to upgrade to the tower "wowee" and here is where you can then pay another $14 for wireless. The basic rooms have dial up. Wha that?
If you look at the positive, it has an old skool charm and a major plus was the surprisingly large round tub that was perfect for soaking in after nights on the dance floor and morning taxi rides back from various places on strip.
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