Dear Mirage,
It is with great sadness that I write this. I have loved you for many years. I always chose you over the others. You were special. From your tropical decor and aromatherapy- to the tiger habitat. I even had my wedding reception with you. Well, it's been a few years and I am shocked and disappointed at what you have become. I could almost say that you are close to sleazy.
Yes, I know that you're trying to stay "hip" with your new art deco rooms with orange accessories that could trigger a migraine. Sure, it's probably hard to control the odor of cigarettes and beer in the casino. But- somehow you used to do it. The Wynne does it, as does Bellagio, Venetian, Pallazzo and many others.
But what I really found distasteful was the new Revolutions Club where anyone walking past- on the way to the elevator- was given a show of half naked go-go dancers. You know I'm not a prude. There are some women that enjoy going to a strip club with their man and I say "you go girl". That's their choice. But I'm not one of those women. I don't like anything pushed in my face. And I do mean "pushed in my face". The dancers are in little arched doorways between the casino and the club.
I know it's Vegas, but I expected a little more class from you Mirage.
Good bye forever.