This part deserves its own post.
I've been to Las Vegas several times. I don't want to say too many times to count...but it's up there. We used to go each year when my parents lived there.
Each year, Steve and I would stay a night on the strip and do dinner or whatever.
We've stayed at the Bellagio, Caesar's Palace, Trump (years ago, before we knew what a complete ASS he is).
Since this trip was a work trip first, and I was saving my company money by staying with my dad the entire time, I was allowed to stay at a hotel for a night. Whether it be for convenience when taking clients to dinner, or whatever.
I picked Bellagio and got a decent price for a standard king room. Maybe because I waited until close to the last minute.
Anyway, after the most magical FIRST massage, it was time to check into the hotel and collapse into my bed. Both my client and I agreed - we just wanted to go back, melt into our beds and order room service.
It was around 8:30pm when I made it to the Bellagio.
I valeted the car, because, duh.
Walked in and walked to the counter to check in.
Immediately I was asked "would you like an upgrade, ma'am?"
I was tired, and so done after a long day and amazing massage...."sure, that sounds great"
But, then my real personality came out and I whispered "you know, the penthouse would be amazing..."
I didn't think he heard me, since he really didn't acknowledge me that much.
BUT.
BUTTT.
He's like "ok, ma'am, I got you the PENTHOUSE, 28th floor."
"Um, whatttt"
"I only paid for the standard king" (so stupid, he knows that).
"Right, but I upgraded you. I'm SO sorry I couldn't get you Fountain views"
"Ok, um, right...thank you?"
I didn't really believe that I got the penthouse????
So he tells me how to get to the elevators.
Shit.
They only go up to 26.
I'm on floor 28.
But then all these people come into the elevator with me.
I panic and can't get off.
So I go all the way up.
Get off on the 26th floor and look around for a secret door or something.
Ok. Nothing.
I call the front desk (I feel so stupid at this point).
"Hi, I'm lost in your hotel. I'm supposed to be on floor 28, but the elevators only go up to 26"
"Ma'am? Just go back into the elevators and hit 28"
"Um...they only go up to 26"
"Please hold"
"Ma'am? OMG I'm SO SORRY, there are special elevators for suites - you got a nice upgrade, by the way! So go back down and find the suite elevators"
Ok.
Figured it out.
And Jesus Christ.
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Walking in the "front" door.
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Like, you guys. |
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Half bath on the right as soon as you walk in |
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Bar to the left. |
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stop it.... |
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Hallway with closets and sitting area |
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Going into one of the main bathrooms. |
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Still main bath #1 |
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Main bath (with shower) |
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Nothing better than a TV in the mirror |
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Butt-ass naked under this cushy ass robe. About to order some room service. |
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Counting and organizing goodies |
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Yes, please |
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Strip view |
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And he said I wouldn't get fountain views!!! |
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ok, what's freaking cuter than this tiny toothpaste?? |
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Dinner |
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Breakfast |
Check out was at 11am so I soaked up every God Damn second.
I set my alarm to wake up at 6am so I could really enjoy the room, lol.
I really could not believe my luck.
I mean, I checked in late, it was just me. They hadn't booked it for the night.
But holy fuck you guys.
What an experience.