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| - When Excalibur screwed up my reservation, I had to stay here for a night due to overall lack of options, money, and the patience to look for anything better.
This experience reminded of going out with the boys, the end of the night is approaching and out of desperation to find anything better your friend just decides to go home with a slightly overweight girl, with a few missing teeth, heavy clownish makeup, really bad hair extensions, humongous hoop earrings, an ill-fitting outfit that helps her resemble a zebra print marshmallow, wearing frayed black leather peep toe shoes that reveal severely chipped toenail polish, and she stinks of sweat, Jennifer Lopez's "Live" perfume, and Marlboro Lights.
Just like the girl your boy ran off for a night full of fun that he will soon want to forget, Circus Circus is used up, run down, and in desperate need of a makeover. The place could use a little paint on the walls (less creepy clown makeup, dentures, and a pedicure), a revamped food menu (a diet and workout plan), and a better air filtration system (the desire to not wear perfume not sold at Wal-Mart and eventually quit smoking Marlboro Lights).
In the end, the experience could have been better. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't ever go back. Just like if the same situation presented itself, your friend would be somewhat likely to repeat the same mistake again. But the second time around, you just make sure no one knows about it. As long as no one knows, there is nothing to be embarrassed out, right?
Then again, what happens in Vegas - stays in Vegas. Unless, you write a Yelp review about it.
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