I hate those freakin' mimes in the lobby. You just do not sneak up on someone who is hungover and barely containing themselves, barf-wise, and scare the hell out of them before they've had an egg mcmuffin. And that's another thing. There is nowhere in the Paris to get an easily-accessible emergency hangover breakfast. I had to settle for a pain au chocolat (hardly the pain au chocolat you had in the real Paris, more like a Costco croissant with a squirt of dried up Hershey syrup inside) and a mocha from the "boulagerie" in the lobby, which was full of screaming kids and 0% BAC adults.
The casino staff was not amused when we wanted to gamble at 5 a.m. in our jammies. I was not amused by the price of the room and those f'ing mimes.