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| - "Wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy. Grab my glasses. I'm out the door. I'm gonna hit this city." -Ke$ha (yes, with a dollar sign instead of an S.)
That song played way too #@$%ing many times in the casino here.
So, every time I have been to Vegas before, we always try to cram as many people as possible in a hotel room so that we have more money for gambling and drinking. However, I paid NOTHING for this hotel room. A cabbie said that this hotel is popular with the young celebrities.* This may be why the New York guy likes it so much. But, celebrities aside, it is a nice enough joint.
The beds are very comfortable and if you are a total pillow diva, someone will show up with a boatload of pillows with varying degrees of firmness so that something is bound to make your princess-in-the-pea ass happy.
There is a decent variety of restaurants and a food court to eat at. I appreciated how the coffee shop was not a Starbucks. I didn't appreciate that it is the greedy and weak Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Those bastards charge extra to ice your drnks. Not cool. I refused to eat at the Mexican place because we Californians, unlike New Yorkers, know good Mexican food. The 24/7 place was ok. Service was spotty and my poached eggs came out hard. But hey, at least they had a Panda Express (which I didn't eat at).
The Playboy club charges a cover on weekends, even to guests. So we didn't go in. Ghostbar won't charge covers to guests. We didn't have anything to drink, but it was insisted upon me that I see the view from the balcony there. I must agree, it's a pretty great view.
But the hotel rooms, again, were bad ass. The showers had most excellent water pressure and they supplied Aveda bath products. Much nicer than what I am used to, for sure!
* It was a big concern that I would return from Vegas married. It was joked about that since Brittany Spears was in her room at The Palms just before she got married for two days, that I may do the same. Please people, gimme some credit. I don't know this guy! The worst I would do was get engaged. (Don't worry, that didn't happen!)
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