I felt much cooler than I really am when I was able to flash my shiny red room key and gain acceptance to the pool at Wynn. Not that my ego needed any boosting after I just got the staff to drop me on the 60th floor overlooking the Vegas strip and all. We head to find a place to lay down and catch some sizzling rays and they hook us up with a few towels and we were on our way. Being from San Fran we were ready to sit in the sun and bake, which is exactly what went down. We sat out there baking in the sun for at least an hour, disregarding the sweat on our face, trying not to recognize that my shorts were stuck to my legs and that bat wings had set in. I came to in a daze, almost like the first 45 minutes of a mushroom trip thinking "I need one of those sexy drinks minus that stupid umbrella!" So, I headed to the bar and was greeted with a smile by a gorgeous bartender. I was describing a drink to her and wanted it non alco and she says "Sure. Virgin Island Breeze, no gray goose, no melon liqueur coming up." She was out of a few of the juices that make up this drink but instead of giving me the I can't do it line, she got creative with it and made somethin special just for me. Great service, great smiles and great beverage. Can't wait to get back!!