If Fremont felt a little like slumming it, The Strip makes me feel.............................. rich.
(and really poor at the same time.)
The Wynn hotel is beeeeaauauuuutttttiful. You walk into the lobby and the first floor is a garden with orchids and vines dripping from green twisty trees. Everything is marble and luxurious. Our room is a bright tan and white color palette. The drapery and lights and music in the room is controlled by a touch pad by the bed and front door. There is a huge bathroom with a gigantic soaking tub and a glass enclosed shower. And the complimentary shampoo and lotion is fabulous. There is a mini-fridge stocked with ridiculously expensive liquors and Perrier water, which we both try to pretend doesn't exist, but we look it in every now and then just to peak at the glittering assortment. And then.... there's the shopping. You constantly find yourself funnelled into some beautiful mall, it's brilliant. Dior. Chanel. Manolo Blahnik. Oscar De La Renta. There was even some super high end cell phone shop that sells phones of a brand I've never even heard of... in case you are too rich to have such a plebian thing as a blackberry.
We are heading out to set up the booth for Chris's trade show he is working tomorrow for Boltaron (the Bolta-Booth). Then we are going to take a cab all the way down to the end of The Strip to Mandalay Bay and work our way back up. I'm excited to check out the Luxor (that's the pyramid shaped one) and eat more good food. We got to see The Phantom of the Opera last night at the Venetian. Fantastic! We lounged by the beautiful pool at the Wynn and I had an amazing streak at the Cabana black jack tables. I was up a few hundred and I skipped around all last night feeling like a million dollars. But this morning we had some coffee and played a few hands, and now, I'm only a little bit up and I'm right back where I started. Which isn't so bad I guess... we won't talk about how Chris is doing at the tables.
Ok, we are off for another day!
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