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Friday, December 14, 2007

They're like a rainbow!

I probably shouldn't be telling you this since What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas™, but last year I was on a little Rolling Stones concert kick with some of my NYC peeps and one of the places we saw the tour was at the MGM Grand. I swore after that trip, my 3rd time in Sin City, that I would never be the same. This realization, stated defiantly in the middle of the airport on the night we were all leaving town, had nothing to do with The Stones and everything to do with our hotel.

Vince & Donna planned ahead and got a beautiful suite at The Wynn. Shoni & I ended up kickin' it old school at The Tropicana, mostly b/c of location (across the street from the concert venue) and partly because the price was right. Or was it mostly because the price was right and partially because of location? It doesn't really matter except to say that this is precisely the kind of thinking that inspired the sayings, "you get what you pay for" and "you'll pay for what you get!".


This is where The Golden Girls went for a booty call, and then to die.

By the time we met up at the airport, waited in the 2 hour cab line to get to the hotel, and waited in the 2 hour check-in line to get our room, all The Trop had left to offer us--even with our guaranteed reservation of a double-- was a king. This news was softened by the fact that we'd still be able to get room service and alcohol, so we didn't bother to fight a battle we'd seemingly already lost. We dragged our weary selves through the lobby, the casino, past the maze of kiosks that had closed hours before we arrived, past 2 bar areas; and finally made it to the elevators where we would unknowingly enjoy the last few moments in our lives before we got emotionally scarred from the sight of this:


Neither of us are naive innocents, but this was a shock. Have you ever seen so much bamboo'd mirror in your entire life? I swear, we did not pay extra for this kind of room (unless you count paying in dignity, not dollars).

Shoni went in the room ahead of me and actually screamed out loud; while I was too distracted with my own poor attempts to keep the horror I felt on the inside. Surely you've heard of a mirrored ceiling, but I defy you to find a scarier proposition than doing anything at all in this veritable fun-house nightmare, multiplied by 3 (as anything in that space will be reflected off of not only the ceiling but also BOTH adjoining walls)! Even something as harmless as the first time you open your eyes in the morning becomes uniquely traumatic as you meet your own hungover gaze at 3 different angles. DO. NOT. WANT.

The high points of that weekend, which included the concert and the incredible dinner the 4 of us had at CraftSteak, have not erased the memory of sleeping in that room. However, when I read THIS post on drunken Teletubbies (Teledrunkies?!) over at Taj's place, I was reminded me of something else from that weekend I shared with friends, back in the days before I started this blog:


Hmmm, this looks strangely familiar...


I think it's the colorful shirts and the interesting dance moves...


Yes, that's it! The Rolling Teletubbies.


If you've never been to a Stones show, it's kind of like this. Just kidding.



This should help get the Teletubbies out of your head. Of course you'll be stuck wondering what play-doh rabbits have to do with a classic Rolling Stones song, but this is a risk you're going to have to take.



Thank you, good night!


All concert photos by Vince & Don.

11 comments:

Melissa said...

OMG! I just laughed my ass off. That mirrored bed is truly the scariest thing I have ever seen!! Who knew you'd have your very own circus tent when you made the reservations....

Melisa said...

Ick. I remember vividly how disturbed you were when you got back from that trip!

Just keep thinking of the Washington Square Hotel to block it out!!!

Anastasia Beaverhausen said...

What room number was that?

Rob said...

Ah, like fine wine you just cant beat the timeless quality of wood and lots of mirrors!

Kristabella said...

OMG, the horror of mirrored ceilings!

We're going to Vegas in April. I have written a note to myself - No Mirrored Ceilings.

Taj said...

Can I get that number too? For investigative purposes of course.

Your photo title made me laugh...TinkyWinkyMick. Although the minute I saw the first photo all I could think of was The Wiggles.

Comparable to drunken tubbies but creepier.

Spammon said...

If those mirrors could talk...

You know, we stayed at the Oasis this year in Mesquite, they didnt have the mirrors on the ceiling, but the walls were solid mirrors. And there were rope lights lining the ceiling edges all around the room. You get that real creepy "I sure hope someones pimp doesnt come in here and want any money" feeling.

Don Mills Diva said...

OMG - my eyes! That room is crazy. I shudder to think of the people out there who see that and are all - booom chicka bow-bow!

Jules said...

@Melissa: It did feel a little bit circus-y; and I'm not a circus fan (clowns freak me out more than this hotel room), so there you go.

@MelisaMySista: Washington Square Hotel! Washington Square Hotel! Spooning with Elmo in Washington Square Hotel!

@AnastasiaBeaverhausen: Of all people. YOU know what room number that was! I saw your phone number carved into the bamboo.

@Rob: I'll tell you what, we had to drink a lot of fine wine (OK, jack & coke) to deal with all that wood & mirrors. But we drank in a timeless way, of course.

@Kristabella: I can see your note from here and it looks to me like you wrote down, "Switch reservation to The Tropicana!" and to that I ask you, "What Would Bacon Do?"

@Taj: You know, I always deflect trauma with humor. "TinkyWinkyMick" is the direct result of that. The same goes for what I titled the photo of the mirrored room ("WhatDidIJustDo")! As for the room number, just ask for the Beaverhausen Suite.

@Spammon: EXACTLY! I often wondered how many video cameras were set up behind those mirrors; and since we were just 2 friends and not using the room to it's full potential, so to speak, they sure weren't getting a good show.

@DonMillsDiva: You think the photo is bad? The hardest part was waking up to see our own faces after having been "Vegas-ing it up" all night. I wasn't even kidding about that. It was very jarring. Of course it's hilarious looking back on it now...

Kat said...

OMG quelle horreur. Whoever designed that room should be tarred and featherd.

Sauntering Soul said...

I have never been to Vegas. Now I have to go.

I stayed at the Tropicana in Atlantic City. Thankfully it was much more tastefully decorated. I went with a freak and he might have liked those mirrors in Vegas a little too much.