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| - I looked at the Yelp reviews for this place as I was booking it, and cross-referenced it against the Expedia (much higher) reviews. "It's those Yelpers rating location over comforts again," I thought, and went ahead with my $50 booking for a single random weeknight in the middle of summer in Henderson.
The room was fine. Bigger than a dorm room, and with a private bath. (The dorm room reference came to mind because it was just me but I was booked in a room with two beds. Must have been cheaper!) So, if its bigger than places I've lived before, it can't be so bad, right?
Well, I think every place I've lived before - not to mention most hotels, too - have thought out where to put a desk in relation to a power outlet. Does anyone actually write letters/postcards at hotel desks anymore? No, they set up their laptops. That was what left me scrounging around, trying to find a plug...and how I discovered where that smell was coming from.
Because, yes, the room had a strange smell. I couldn't place it, but it reminded me of teenage boy cologne or Axe Body Spray or something vaguely nasty when in small doses and unbearable in large ones. And the source of that smell? An Airwick plugged behind the refrigerator! Not with some mild innocuous scent like vanilla, but something unnatural colored, maroon, I think.
By then I realized that the only available outlets in the room were in a corner with no chairs or furniture, and under the full length mirror. So I could not sit at the desk and use my laptop or sit in bed and use it, with it plugged in.
Fine, I thought to myself. I'll use my laptop til the battery dies, plug it in overnight, and all will be OK. I flipped on the TV and enjoyed the fairly wide selection of cable channels (remember when Comedy Central wasn't always offered at hotels? thank goodness it's more common now!), and about an hour later, my laptop told me it was probably time for us both to recharge. As I got ready for bed, I discovered that here, in the only US climate dryer than where I live, did the hotel not provide moisturizer among their toiletries. I mean, I live at the edge of the desert where I'm already used to the dryness, and I needed moisturizer - what about someone from the humid east drying out in Vegas? C'mon!
You might assume I gave one point off for each of these offenses: the lack of plugs, the bad choice room freshener, and the lack of moisturizer, but it was also the only mildly comfortable bed, the acceptable enough but nothing special breakfast, and the slow creaky elevator. In short, "Meh, I've experienced better" sums up my experience to the T.
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