I've never met anyone who had a neutral opinion of Las Vegas. When I told people where I was going, I was either asked if they could come along, or was told "Ew. I'm sorry." I am firmly in the "Love It" category, but I can see why others may not. I just like a place where you can let your freak flag fly.
We left Cincinnati on Tuesday morning & miraculously, had a direct flight from CVG to McCarran. We landed in Vegas at around 10:15am, collected our bags, found our ride and were whisked away to Planet Hollywood. I'd never stayed at PH before, but was excited about the location. Paris & the Bellagio are my favorite Vegas hotels, and I was excited that PH was so close to them. We dropped our luggage off at the lobby, as it was way too early for check in, and made our way into the hotel to try to find some lunch.
We wandered around a bit, trying to kill time until the clock struck 11, and lunch spots opened. We decided on Gordon Ramsay Burger in PH. Since I'm allergic to wheat & gluten, and am currently adhering to the Keto way of eating, a burger without the bun is usually my best option.
I ordered the "Anniversary Burger" which was essentially ground steak, short ribs, frisee, and pickled shallots. It was amazing. I couldn't have any of the sides, but the burger was plenty. Rico ordered the Forrest Burger, which had DUCK BACON, and fries. Did I mention the DUCK BACON? because it was DELICIOUS.
After lunch, we wandered over to Paris and hung out until about 2, when we thought a room might be ready. We headed back to PH and were given our room keys. We made our way up to the 34th floor, and were treated to a room with a view of the strip.
Day 2, I was going to be on my own, so I ordered room service for breakfast, and scheduled a massage at the hotel's Mandera Spa. I lazed around the room for most of the morning, but then it was time for my treatment. A couple of years earlier, I had booked a massage at the spa in the Bellagio, and was delighted at the fact that when you book a service, you have use of the spa for the remainder of the day. I took full advantage of the steam & dry saunas, whirlpool, and lounge, and was expecting to do the same at the PH spa.
The spa entrance was beautiful, so I was super excited to see the rest. I was checked in by two super nice spa employees, and was lead back to the locker room. I was told that I could use the jacuzzi tub and the dry sauna, but that the steam sauna was out of order, which was disappointing. I enjoyed an 8o minute Swedish massage, and then sat in the dry sauna for a bit. I enjoyed my massage, but the spa was definitely not the Bellagio. The carpet at the spa was really, and I mean REALLY dingy, and the wicker furniture in the lounge was not comfortable, but what the spa lacked in amenities was more than made up for in the quality of service & the friendly desk employees.
After my massage, I headed up to my room to get cleaned up and then went down to to the casino to try my hand at blackjack. My parents are blackjack masters and had given us a few sessions before we left. I couldn't get my confidence up enough to try a table, so I found a video poker machine at the sports bar in PH. I was able to keep the game going for quite a while on the same $20, so I played until Rico was finished with his meetings.
Rico came to collect me around 5, and we headed over to the Bellagio to grab a snack at the Petrossian Bar & spend some $ at the slots. Of course, we also has to step into Hermes, so I could ogle bracelets and Scarves.
Eventually, we wandered over to the Cosmopolitan, and found a couple of machines to entertain us. Note to bourbon drinkers: when you order a Four Roses at the Cosmo, this is what they bring you. Not bad!
Day 3 was more of the same. Breakfast at the Henry in the Cosmo, lunch at Hexx in Paris, where I had the BEST chicken BLT with a bib lettuce and coco nib salad.
|View from my table at Hexx.|
|"Unwich" at Hexx. SO GOOD!|
|Oh, hello Prada!|
Day 4 was our day to leave. I always hate leaving vacations, especially when we don't have another one planned. We grabbed a taxi to the airport, made it through security quickly, and headed to our gate. I had to restrain myself from purchasing one of these beauties for a friend.
|Didn't buy because I want my friends to still like me.|
I get that Vegas isn't for everyone. Personally, I love the lights, the shininess, and the absurd opulence. I love that I can order a bourbon at 9:30am, and nobody bats an eye. But Vegas can also really depress me. I hate the idea that people are gambling with money that they don't have. I hate watching people hit up the ATM's in the casinos. And I'm not blind to the underbelly of the city, but I will always love a place where at 9am, you can be decked out in head to toe sequins and glitter, while eating bacon & eggs, and it's totally normal.