Warning: If you love Las Vegas then you will probably
hate this blog post. On the other hand if you have been to Vegas and were not
totally sold on the “experience” then you might find this post something you
will enjoy. If you have never been, this may help you decide whether you should
go or not. For the record, I think everyone should go to “Vegas”…once.
Two months ago a work trip popped up on my calendar that was
going to require me to be in Las Vegas for at least three days and adding a
fourth day made sense and was easy to do. I saw an opportunity to mix business
with pleasure so I decided I would bring my wife along. I called her excitedly
from Seattle to tell her the “good” news. “Hey, I have to go to Vegas for work (I was calling
it “Vegas” because I thought it made me sound like an “insider”…a veteran Vegas
goer) and I get to bring you.” I expected
her to be thrilled but instead I got a long pause followed by “Wait…what?”
Having been married to her for nearly 24 years now I know what the long pause
followed by the “I did not quite get that” reaction meant. This is her tactic
she uses to get out of something when she does not instantly have an easy
“out”. She was buying time. I chimed back with “C’mon…it will be fun”. After
some coercing or maybe cursing she agreed. It was official…we were headed to
Vegas Baby!
We left on a Saturday and arrived mid-afternoon allowing for
the three hour time change. Back home we left two of our three children to
watch the house and keep the dogs alive. The dogs by the way looked concerned as
we left. We arrived at the hotel not knowing what to expect and then it all
began… The Las Vegas “experience” was underway. We exited the cab by our hotel
entrance and were greeted with a mob of people. There were people
everywhere…many who seemed to have no destination in mind…they were just going
with the people flow. Others looked like they were going to the beach…which
confused me since we were in the desert. A few like us were trying to get into the
hotel but with bags and bellman helping people try to leave the hotel we were
not making much progress. Eventually a gap developed and we made it inside. We
were greeted by not nearly as many people but still too many for my liking.
There was loud “beats” music; cold smoked filtered air and…darkness. We had
just left the sunny outside entrance of mid-afternoon and now it looked like it
was midnight inside. There was plenty of artificial light but not an ounce of
sunlight.
We checked in pretty quickly (which I hear is often not the
case) and made our way from the West Tower section to our side over on the East
Tower section. To get there we had to walk through the casino. Not an easy task
with bags in tow considering everyone else appeared to be trying to get to
someplace in a hurry (or not at all) or was gambling. We were now in
“it”…”Vegas” I mean. Part Disney, Part Sandals, Part Hell’s Kitchen with a
strong side of The Jerry Springer show thrown in for good measure…this was our
hotel. We grabbed a music filled elevator along with six other people much
younger than us and exited on the 32nd floor. For the first time in thirty minutes it was
quiet. We found our room and before opening the door we looked at each other and
knew what each was thinking. “What day
do we go home again?”
As the door opened we relaxed. Our room was spectacular. We
had a large entry way, to the right was a huge bathroom; it was open to the
room but could be closed off by a door or blinds. There were two sinks, a walk-in
shower, tub (we never got near it) and a separate…you know. Ahead of us was a
living room with a huge sectional couch, a table, two chairs and a desk. There
was a kitchenette and a large flat screened TV as well. Beyond that was our
room (again open to the living room) with a king bed another huge TV and beyond
that a very large balcony. Sun was also visible. This was nice. Very nice. I opened
the door to the balcony and walked out. The music was back. Below us was the
Las Vegas strip visible for miles on either side. Across from us was the Planet Hollywood
Resort…and Britney Spears. All twenty stories of her staring right at us. From the marquee below detailing her “show”
in town I gathered she had “Twenty hits”…this seemed very high to me, “New
shows” had been added to “Meet demand”… I found this surprising and it was “A can’t miss Vegas Experience”. We missed
it.
Below I could see one of the two pools at our hotel. It was
28 floors below us but we were basically right over it. It looked like the
entry to the hotel…Wall to wall people dancing and drinking. I realized this
must be the “beach”. Not a chair or lounge was free. Had it not been for the empty
deep end I would not have been able to tell it was a pool. Water was not
visible. The hotel entry looked empty compared to this. We decided to get a
snack and to explore the hotel. We had a dinner reservation in 5 hours which
would put us at the table at roughly 11:15 PM our time so we thought we should
get some food. We found a Greek restaurant with lots of windows so we sat at their
bar and had a couple of “Small Plates”…they were. Good food but small. We also
each had a “specialty” cocktail…gin with cucumber, lime (maybe) and some “Infusion
of herbs and rose petal”. A gin and tonic would have been fine but who can
refuse rose petal? The food and cocktails worked. We relaxed, felt better and
set out to explore the hotel. We paid the$100 bill and left. We were slightly
buzzed, slightly stunned at the cost of “a snack” and bobbing to more throbbing
techno music.
We discovered you did not need to go through the casino to
get from east to west. We found the fitness center (we actually used it
Tuesday) another rowdy pool and a walkway out of the hotel to a shopping area
that connected our hotel to another hotel. Our dinner restaurant was there so
we located it and made sure it was acceptable and returned to our hotel. We found
“our” pool on the east side and verified it was “off limits”. Based on the
muscle bodies, tiny bikinis, travel hats and excessively tattooed bodies it
appeared most of southern New Jersey had arrived and taken over the pool. We
then went to get the elevator. It was now roughly 5 PM. At 5:30 we still did
not have an elevator. A few showed up but they were full of “Pool relatives”.
Eventually the elevator “rush hour” cleared and we were back
in our room by 6 PM. We pushed up our dinner reservation, got ready and were
seated around 10:15 PM our time. It was a very nice seafood restaurant. We both
had steak. For some reason they thought one of us was having a birthday so we
got a free dessert. I looked around and it appeared like many people were
having birthdays. Thankfully no one sang
to us. We were back in our room by 1:00 AM our time and passed out from
exhaustion. Trust me it was too expensive for us to be drunk.
The next morning I had an early tee time with friends from
work. Sue had decided she would find a hot yoga place off site so she got up
with me. I opened the curtain to blinding sunshine, walked out on the balcony,
nodded to Britney and looked at the strip below. It was quiet but not deserted.
Southern New Jersey had not yet returned to the pool. I changed for golf and
headed to Paris. Yes…Paris. It seems that someone somewhere in the real estate world
decided that Vegas was not complete without a little slice of France right
smack in the middle of it so they built a hotel called Paris…complete with a
large scale but smaller version of the Eiffel tower outside the hotel. As I
made my way over to “France” I saw a couple my age heading back to my hotel
apparently making their way home for “The night”. It was 7 AM. We made eye contact and I gave them
the look that said “You guys know you are way too old to try this right?” They
looked away in shame. When I arrived in France I encountered signs for “Le Casino” and “Les taxi’s”. I walked past
“L’ATM” and “Les Shuttles” and found my golfing buddies. We hopped in “Le Limo”
and went off to play “Le golf”. It was a blast. The pace of play was swift (the
only way I enjoy golf), I only lost three balls (thanks in large part to
valiant efforts to rescue three others) and the views/vistas were beautiful… I
could even see “France” at one point. Instead of being home at 3 that afternoon
I was back in “darkness” by 12:30 PM. Perfect. Sue and I took advantage of the
extra time and had nice mother’s day lunch back at the expensive Greek place.
The lunch was very nice, more reasonable and the place was packed with families…also
celebrating mother’s day. We toasted to Sue over wine and forgot to call our
mothers that night.
Later, after a work meeting we went to a show at the
Bellagio where we enjoyed both the fountains and the show. We wandered through
their casino minus the “Le” and dropped $100 in a slot machine. We realized it
was gone faster than the time it took to get it out of the ATM. We went “home”
lost another $100 by having some “Acorn fed pig” from another tapas place and
two glasses of wine. As we collapsed into bed I said to Sue “I hate Vegas”.” She
promptly agreed and we slept.
Monday things got better and after work meetings ended two
hours earlier than I thought we were actually able to get chairs at the pool
and hunker down. We guessed New Jersey had either returned home or was still
hung over. We were greeted by a waitress
“wearing” a bikini. We ordered margaritas (not frozen) and she seemed
surprised. Over the Omni-present music I
asked what she thought we would order and she just giggled and walked away.
This was not the first time we experienced “Age discrimination” in Vegas but
the alcohol took away the sting. About 1PM the pool area began to fill but not
terribly. The crowd was of course much younger and over the next three hours
became much drunker. By 4 PM the pool was no longer usable for us. There was a
flotilla of empty plastic cups making their way around the pool, a variety of
citrus slices bobbing in the water and most of the “bathers” were invading each
other’s personal space. One poor guy had a beer in one hand and a margarita (no
longer frozen) in the other and was
standing in the not so deep end. But it was hot and he would cool off by
dipping himself up to the neck. The problem was he kept forgetting not to take
his drinks with him. He drank a lot of pool water in addition to the copious amount
of alcohol. We guessed Tuesday was not his best day. Looking down upon us
Britney did not seem to notice or to care.
Monday night we met up with some more people from work over
in “France”again, had a fun dinner and lost more money at a roulette table back
in “darkness”. It took a lot longer to lose that money so we had that going for
us. Tuesday I had more meetings which took longer than expected but we managed
another nice lunch outside by the Bellagio fountains. Two salads, two cocktails
and $100 later we found ourselves back in our room. We tried to get to the pool
but another meeting was added and by the time we made it to the pool there was
not direct sun, there was plenty of wind and the water was cold. We packed,
drank two beers from the mini bar (less than $100 but not much) and found a
decent place for dinner. We spent less than our allocated gambling money and
called it a night.
Wednesday morning we awoke at 4AM local time, waved goodbye
to Britney, made our way through a not totally empty casino and hopped on our
plane home. As the plane lifted off from the runway I smiled across the aisle
at my wife. She smiled back and said “Philly Baby!!”
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