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| - Being a total "Girl's Next Door" fan, when I decided to go to Vegas with the boy, I knew I had to stay at the Palms.***NOTE***This is not a review of the Casino, I go to Vegas to drink poolside and club, NOT gamble....sorry....
I booked a room through Travelocity, and once I arrived, they upgraded us to an executive suite (obviously bonus points for this.Check-in was a breeze, the receptionist was a doll and gorgeous, as I later found almost all the staff at the Palms is. Not only was she fast, but she motioned the concierge over and asked if she could make us reservations anywhere for dinner, shows, or put us on the list for any clubs...THIS is SERVICE! Amazing!
Our suite was in the new tower, so perhaps my experience was different than some of the other reviews on here, that said, our rooms...yes ROOMS were amazing.
Our suite was on the corner of the building, so basically the walls were floor to ceiling windows. Gorgeous view of the strip. Our living room had a huge flat screen TV, ample seating, a mini fridge, and its own bathroom, ( a plus when you are trying to curl your hair and your boy is trying to shave). Our bedroom was large, had another flat screen TV, and a large bathroom with not only a shower, but a bath. The bathroom was also fully stocked with Aveda products, a Venus razor, eye drops, toothpaste and toothbrushes....gotta love that they think of all the things I forgot to pack in my frantic Vegas packing mode.
The bed was amazing! First, I have to admit I have a slight phobia of comforters, because hey, how often are those things washed? Well, the Palms solved this problem for me, because the comforter was in a white duvet cover that is clearly washed after every guest. The sheets are white and silky, and the pillows are fluffy and downy, just how I like them.
I think that covers our room and check-in and such.
Extra plus, they gave me late checkout without any grunts or hoop jumping.
My one complaint about the Palms is having to get my ID out EVERY time I entered the casino...honestly, I don't look THAT young, and it really is a pain in the ass when I'm walking through the front door to get to my room, not to gamble, to have to find my ID....especially at 6am when I'm drunk and either trying to satisfy my drunk munchies or just get into the fluffy bed.
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