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| - What can I say about the Cosmopolitan? It was bliss. It was perfection. It was so much more than I ever expected from a Vegas hotel.
We were admittedly spoiled on our visit to the Cosmo. After getting chummy with the check-in girl, she upgraded us to what can only be described as a slice of heaven. Room 5915 is on the 59th floor of the rear tower, facing north. My ears popped in the elevator. But when I opened the door to the room... My jaw literally dropped.
The view cannot be described adequately. I tried to explain it to a friend who was staying at the Vdara and I even showed him a picture of it, but when he saw it in person, he gasped. GASPED. That's how incredible it was.
All the lights of Vegas stretched out beneath me, all the way to the mountains north of town. I looked down on the Bellagio and its dancing fountains. I looked down on The Mirage with its erupting volcano. I looked down on Treasure Island and the fireworks from the Sirens of TI. I looked down on The Paris and Caesar's Palace and The Flamingo. I could see Wynn and Encore, The Venetian and Palazzo and in the distance blinked the lights of the Stratosphere.
I was God. I was the lord of Las Vegas observing my kingdom from above. I was Mufasa showing Simba everything the light touches (That shadowy place is Circus Circus - you must never go there, Simba.)
The room was incredible: soft beds, two TVs, a sitting area, a desk, a triple-wide closet, a mini kitchen, a whirpool tub, a HUGE shower (wink wink wink), a private toilet room and ALL the lights in the room can be controlled remotely by the phone. Technology!!!
Downstairs, the Cosmo is super-modern, verging on cheesy. They'll need to renovate within the next ten years to stay current. But for now, it's "just the right amount of wrong." It's obviously still the place-to-be-and-be-seen on the Strip. I saw more coochie-flashing dresses and barely-buttoned Affliction shirts on one walk through the casino than I've seen collectively worldwide in the last decade.
Food and shopping options abound. The Chandelier bar wows. And I won $322 off a $20 bet on a Goldfish slot machine. I honestly, positively, absolutely CANNOT complain about the Cosmopolitan.
Stay here.
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