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| - Imperial palace is the Wynn of my heart.
It will be sorely missed.
The gaudiness of the front entrance makes me feel like I am entering a time machine; it feels like the elegance and luxury of yesteryear. I think people forget that. That at some point, hotels like IP were a standard unmatched. I do not contend that it used to be the best of the best but it still feels laced with a retro Vegas aura. I love that old Vegas feel. I embrace it. It makes my day. Every time I walk into IP, I feel awed. I feel like I have arrived. I feel....at home. I'm a more seasoned/advanced (read: old) woman at heart. The mirrors, the plastic shingle chandeliers, the big neon sign on top, the short steps to get in, it makes me feel like a star. No amount of low-endness or diveyness takes that element away. It's classy, bright, brilliant. Magic. It's just seen the changes of age. But whenever I look at it, I still see a gem.
I look at Imperial Palace the way an older husband looks at his old lady with the same admiring eyes that he did when they were younger. She is still a beauty.
I love the rooms. The white and beige decor is simple, bright, and comforting. The beds are not the comfyest but they sure do their job. The hotel is not the cleanest but if you go in knowing that, you won't get your feelings hurt. Protect yourself. Other than that, it's a super duper fun casino. With a most majestic, gorgeous, old-school show theatre. Don't eat the food--protect yourself. Long, ridiculous check-in--bring something to read. Middle of the strip action. Cheap as a whore. Nice, little chair massages $1 for 3 minutes scattered throughout the hotel...I call it my cheap spa. Great dealertainers that make the atmosphere feel constantly energetic. Enjoyed playing craps and slots here. The shows are good. And Rockhouse is nice to roll out of bed and visit for a cool night out.
Splendid.
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