Ahhh, Vegas. So glad you could greet me in your finest neon and bling.
Daniel and I arrived in Sin City yesterday afternoon after a largely uneventful plane ride. Is it me, or is Hudson News the most profitable business in the western hemisphere? I can make fairly substantiated claims that they’ve been the lucky recipients of at least half of my life savings in magazine sales, candy, gum, and velour neck pillows. To get back at them, and the airport for their repetitive rendition of the Broadway show I like to call “Security,” I did my fair share of monkeying around. I’m not sure what the protocol is for handling reptiles in airports but I think I handled it quite well.
A cab ride later, we were walking through the bronzed doors of the Venetian. Though my experience with five star hotels is limited, I think it’s safe to say that this place is quite beautiful and upscale. Much less of that gawdy flash than, say, the Tropicana. The hotel has a glamorous, grand appeal- a bit of old world meets new. Lots of marble, molding, and decorative detail.
The shops inside the Grand Canal are largely upscale. Nearly every item in the designer shops and boutiques sports a hefty price tag. A window shopper’s paradise.
The collection of cafes, restaurants, and nightclubs are all well-rated and reasonably priced for their level of quality. Vegas has such a variety of top notch eateries, that you’re sure to dine well while you’re here. Nearly every casino has a “must try.” Many of the restaurants in the Venetian and the Palazzo are owned by celebrity chefs like Mario Batali and Wolfgang Puck.
Note: these pictures are taken inside the Venetian and Palazzo. The ceiling is painted with beautiful blue skies and puffy white clouds.
I really enjoy the heavy-handed Italian flair throughout the hotel. To be honest, it is quite similar to what you’d find in the boot country itself. Pillars, statues, and oil paintings. And gold. We can’t forget the gold.
Our suite is fabulous.
The bedroom overlooks a small but cozy sitting area, complete with a sectional couch, table and chairs, and a desk with a fax, scanner, and printer. For all my business needs. Or to photocopy my hand, whichever I get to first.
The room feels very modern and sleek. Those two aspects go a long way to making the space feel cleaner and swankier. I live for king sized beds. At home, Daniel and I combined sleep with five fluffy pillows on our bed. We’re verging on six, but for fear that one or both of us will suffocate in the night, we do our best to fight the urge.
See that drapery? We have a remote control to open and close it. I’d call it outrageously unnecessary, when perhaps a simple rod could do that work, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t open and shut the curtains five times upon arrival. My finger is exhausted.
See those red boxes? Those are the contents of the food portion of the mini bar. Let me talk a bit about the food contained in hotel rooms. While I generally love organics, gourmet products, and price gauged natural foods, I need my mini bar to have a Snickers. Don’t get me wrong, I respect the mixed nuts, adore the fine quality chocolate, and even praise the appeal of gummi bears made to feel gourmet in dressy packaging, I also just want two ounces of trans fat sometimes. Preferably containing a nougat center, caramel, peanuts, and milk chocolate coating. Thank you.
Gold sofas remind me of my grandparents. Though theirs was covered with plastic. That way we could safely pee on it and awkwardly stick to it in the hot weather.
And my favorite room in any house- the bathroom. Love the double sink, the granite countertop, the flat screen TV, and the spa products.
Don’t even get me started on the big bathtub. It’s a blessing. Listen, I’m 5’9″, and for most of my life I was morbidly obese. For a tub to be large enough to fit me comfortably- without bending my legs, and to fill with enough water to cover what was once a buoy of a belly- well that’s just magic. Though I don’t still carry the weight, I’ll always know the importance of space.
And now, without further ado, I present to you my favorite part of the five star hotel stay: The bathrobe. I love robes. Thick, velvety terry cloth numbers with extra long sleeves. The kind that weighs about five pounds in cotton.
There’s something so special and therapeutic about taking an hour long bubble bath and slipping into a luxurious robe. I make a rule to do it every night of my stay. And then I complain about my bathtub at home for the rest of the year.