So it turns out when it comes to hotels, there is a bathtub that can rival the one in West Virginia. In all honesty, all of the amenities at this place were fantastic. I haven't been to too many swanky hotels in my day, but I imagine this one is up there.
I mean, where else can you stay in Las Vegas that's got all the great stuff about the strip, without actually having to deal with the hassles of the strip? Casino. Great restaurants at a variety of price points. A bowling alley. A movie theater. Arcade. Concerts. Awesome pool and spa. Toilet paper ends folded into a perfect triangle. A valet polite enough to call Alex "Mr. Rizzuto" (which Will says is what happens when you don't bother to marry your travel agent). 24-hour room service with delivery and stories about how we are positively in winter parkas as compared with the compromising positions other folks have answered the door in. I even saw someone who fit the 2B1B description of Jersey Shore's "Snooki" after returning from the "clerb" -- a veritable one-woman bachelorette party.
Let's revisit this tub. Here's the one from West Virginia.
It's got the depth. It's got the fantastic tiling around the top for books, wine glasses, rubber ducky collection, what have you. But does it have a TV? Spa quality bath products? A slightly bizarre jungle-themed painting? I think not.
The only thing the West Virginia tub had that this one didn't was a spectacular figurine of a cowboy riding a rooster. But what it lacked in kitschy decor, it made up for in the ability to track Paris Hilton's latest drug toting fashion faux-paus as it happened mere steps outside our hotel (with picture in picture of the latest episodes of My Super Sweet Sixteen back to back with Sixteen and Pregnant). That's pretty much priceless.
In addition to the tub and the fantastic frosted glass shower, there were bath products. Ridiculously high quality bath products in containers twice the size of the normal hotel fare. I mean, it actually made it difficult to stuff the lot of them into my checked luggage for the next leg of the trip.
We're talking delicious smelling soap with the grainy flecks in it. A separate face wash bar with magical moisturizing properties that I still don't quite understand. Shampoo that didn't feel like I was using the shampoo from the wall dispenser at the pool when we were kids that I suspect is actually what turned my hair green, not the chlorine. And lotion that's more substantial than the usual runny, water thickness stuff you get at hotels. Rich, creamy lotion that I was able to use for a number of days for my legs and hands without running out. Fantastic.
Oh, and the mini bar. Mind you, I'm not really into paying $18 for tiny bottles of vodka, but if I was, I imagine this mini bar would have made all my dreams come true.
There were various foodstuffs, every type of expensive alcohol you could think of, and even an intimacy kit which was never really explained in any of the literature. All I know is that the giant warning sign precariously perched behind the frosted martini glasses let me know that if I managed to knock one of these products off of it's sensor for more than a limited number of seconds, that it was mine forever. This sort of put a damper on my pre-fantasy football draft powder puff game that I had been thinking of having with the nice stripper moms we met at bowling. Couldn't risk an entire year's salary on mini bar shenanigans because someone gets out of hand.
And then of course there were the pool and spa. I'm ashamed to say that in our running around and scheduling life around toddler and infant nap schedules, I was actually never at the hotel when the spa was open, so I missed out on the sauna and free water situation. I did, however, spend some quality time with a mai thai out by the pool.
Besides the wading pool (behind Alex and I in the first photo below), there were at least 2 hot tubs, 4 regular-sized pools, a few smaller pools, and lounge chairs and cabanas stretching as far as the eye could see. There were even a few folks taking naps on the bed-sized, circular cabanas they had for rent. If my Kindle hadn't committed suicide the night before discovering the pool, it would have been absolute perfection. I settled instead for a perfect day outside by the pool with some of my favorite people (2 of them very tiny people) and 70 SPF sunscreen. Some fantastic memories with some good folks from this day.
Definitely one of my more memorable hotel stays, and one I would like to repeat again in the future.
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