I have been to Las Vegas more times than I have been anywhere else in the world. I don’t keep a running count, but if you held a gun to my head and made me answer, I would yell out “THIRTY! DON’T SHOOT!”
I am in the process of a very intense project of uploading so much Vegas stuff on here. But in the meantime, I will be doing some shorter posts.
Today, we will visit the top best and bottom worst rooms I have stayed in. Please keep in mind, I am not stating these are the best and worst in the entire city. Just out of what I personally have experienced.
I am going to start with the best. The Bellagio Penthouse suite. Before my mother passed away, I would take her to Las Vegas once a year. As it became clear that these trips would soon be ending as her cancer had reached the point where she was no longer going to be able to travel, I decided that I would make her last trip ever to Las Vegas the best one ever. I booked a night in a Bellagio Penthouse Suite.
The room itself was fancy schmancy. It had a living room, dining room, wet bar, three bathrooms (one guest, one his and one hers)
But none of this mattered because of the view. The view was incredible. Note all the construction that was going on at the time that is now long finished.
Then there was of course, the fountain view. Oh except that of course, there is no fountain show going on because I spent more than one month’s rent on a Bellagio Penthouse suite and it was too windy outside for the fountain show to be running. I am not even kidding.
My mother and I went outside and across the street and looked up at the Bellagio and picked out our room windows. She got such a kick out of looking up at this beautiful building and being able to say “I am staying up there!”. Even now, whenever I go back to Vegas, I always stop and stare at our room and think about that and I get all teared up missing my mother.
Later on at night, the wind died down and we were able to watch some fountain shows from our living room window.
Now on the opposite end, let’s talk about the worst Las Vegas hotel I have ever slept in. Binions. At present time, Binions is not operating at a hotel at all. But when they were, there were two towers. One was an actual tower, and the other is what I like to refer to as The Creepy Tower. The Creepy Tower was what was left over from the old rooms when the hotel originally opened as The Mint back in 1957. These rooms were accessible via an elevator in the middle of the casino, that you would never even notice unless you were specifically looking for it. Maximum capacity for this elevator I believe was three people.
When I walked into the room, the first thing that crossed my mind was the episode of Gilmore Girls where Lorelai and Rory spend the night at The Cheshire Cat. The room was so busy and it seemed like every inch was covered in drapes.
(Don’t you hate it when people take hotel room photos with their stuff all over the place? I used to do that. I apologize and have since learned the error of my ways)
Adding to the ambiance of this room were the windows. When Fremont Street stopped being an actual street, and turned into the Fremont Street Experience, these windows were permanently sealed and painted black to block out the light show.
Even the shower curtain looked like drapes.
What made this room even worse (yes, there is an “even worse” here) is that as I lay in bed, unable to sleep as I feared these drapes would choke me to death, the air conditioner was partially shielded by…drapes. The vents were stuck in the up position so I could not get the air to flow into the room. As the trip report I wrote to go along with these pictures says, that was actually a blessing in disguise since it meant I did not need to use a sheet or blanket to cover me. The less of this room that touched, me, the better.
Binions stopped operating as a hotel back in 2009. I often wonder if these rooms are completely sealed off or if anyone regularly accesses them. I picture a Stephen King-esque horror show going on behind these closed doors where the drapes have been growing continually for the past four years.
If you have a weirdo drape fetish and are drooling over the idea of staying here, maybe the hotel will reopen one day and you will get your wish. Just be sure to pack light as this is the size of the closet.