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| - I like to find deals. Deals are my middle name while unemployed, on the dole and looking for a non-threatening, non-puke, fratboy or hooker filled hotel on the Strip. Thanks to Orbitz and a coupon code, the Signature made my dreams come true.
While it may not be the best or the hottest place on the Strip, it offers sanctuary from the chaos, guarded gates, security just to get in, NO casino to walk through, a jacuzzi in your room, a private heated pool and moving walkways with dance music even at 8am.
Nestled behind the MGM, the Signature offered the boy and I a home away from home, literally. The suites had a fridge, stove and even a BLENDER. If I wanted to, I could've stayed inside all day eating bon bons, microwavable Hot Pockets, blending my own margaritas watching the flat screen while in the jacuzzi. Seriously. I can't do that at home. Now I'm regretting I didn't do that there, but I digress.
I subtract one star for what I shall call...the "poop closet". I think the lamps were heated in the bathroom, which came with a separate room I dubbed "poop closet". I was initially taken in by the large, glass shower big enough for 3 girls gone wild, but was shocked to learn that the restroom had no vent or fan. Thankfully, you can shower and bedazzle yourself without fighting for the bathroom. But there is a but. There is always a BUT.
Vegas is the land of gluttony and excess. When the buffets are calling you, so shall the throne shortly thereafter. I think it's just common hotel sense to just give the bathroom a little "breathing room". I always felt claustrophobic, sinful and alone isolated in there. Although, some people may dig that.
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