I didn't realize they had hotels specifically for drag queens--not that there is anything wrong with that.
I've stayed here a few times when every place else was sold out and/or I had just a few coins jangling in my pocket. Big mistake. Each time. Obviously, I'm a slow learner.
Dirty, dingy and no fun. Unless you're a drag queen. And I bet they hate this dump, too.
I'm heading to the Y the next time I need someplace to crash. Or I'll just sell my plasma and live high on the hog at the Bellagio. Hey wait, I think Cheetah's is open all night...