Here I sit in my mediocre room in the towers of the Luxor hotel. Hunched over my laptop, Indian style on my block of wood, er, bed. Why wouldn't I sit at a desk? It's clearly more ergonomically friendly to do so. I'll tell you, dear Traveler for Work. There is no desk. There is a wee little metal table and some big giant chairs, but no desk. Is there even internet access in here? I have no idea, I'm using my wireless card. Fine, you don't think "Vegas. Duh, work travel, obviously." And yet? With all of the convention centers and meeting space and ball rooms etc, it's a HUGE work destination. Is there some sort of I'm In Vegas For Business Hotel I should be staying in?
Now I probably should have warned you that I'm not a Woooooo Vegas Baaaaaby!!!!!!! kind of girl. This will temper my reviews, of course. On the upside, it only took me about 15 minutes to walk from the registration desk to my room. And the lobby isn't as smoky as the casino floors, so that's a bonus. Is there a roller coaster in this hotel? It certainly sounds like there is a roller coaster. My reception at the reception desk was indifferent at best. I've never seen so much ennui in someone who has only been checking people in for 6 minutes. I can only hope this was the tail end of his shift. After being late for my flight, I didn't have much time for breakfast and I'm starved! Can't wait to see what room service has to offer! Oh, but wait, there is no menu. There's all sorts of things referring me to the menu, but no actual menu. Hmm.
And I'm sorry, but I have to dock at least 8 gajillion stars for putting mother f-ing CARROT TOP on my damn room key. It's bad enough that his psychotic clown face is plastered all over the hotel, does he have to haunt me my entire stay by cruising around with me in my purse and sleeping in my room? I am so putting these keys in the bathroom and closing the door before I got to sleep. And just in case you think I exaggerate? I've uploaded the photo for your nightmarish pleasure. Crazy masochist.