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| - If you stay at the IP, I have four words for you:
Don't. Flush. The. Cockroach.
Should you find yourself staying at the IP, and should you find a huge cockroach belly-up in your bathroom next to the toilet (see my photo), ignore any sort of gut instinct you might have that tells you to pick it up and toss it into the toilet (after photographing for posterity, natch).
However, the more my friend and I thought about it throughout the day, the roach incident became more and more irritating and funny in its ghetto-y clicheness (the shower knobs fell off later, revealing ragged, gaping holes in the wall a la "Escape From Alcatraz"...but that's a whole other story), so we decided to go down to the front desk and see about at least comping one night for us. Or something. ANYthing.
This is where it pays to leave the roach on the bathroom floor. The clerk at the front desk pretty much just thought we were bullshitting her. She wanted to know "where the roach was now," "had we called facilities to take care of it," blah blah blah...and then when we remarked that we had taken goofy photos of it after we checked in, she basically accused us of trying to con the hotel.
Lady, if I'm going to try and con a free room in Las Vegas, I'm going to be across the strip at the Bellagio or down at the Wynn. I am not going to be at the IP making a fool out of myself trying to convince you that yes, there was actually a deceased, 6-legged welcoming committee hanging out in our shitter upstairs.
So no free room. Ok. But then they further punished us by giving us passes to their grotty buffet (see my photo). So again, the moral of the story is: Don't. Flush The. Roach.
However...
I am giving the IP an extra star for the awesome blackjack arena near the elevators featuring singing celebrity impersonators who rotate between performing and dealing cards. They even had Joan Jett.
Now THAT is Vegas, baby.
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