If Fremont street has fewer slot machines dinging constantly, I'm all for it.
Not so much with the fewer. Probably with the more irritatingly dingy. You don't get subtle dingy until you go way high end, like The Wynn or its ilk.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
If Fremont street has fewer slot machines dinging constantly, I'm all for it.
Not so much with the fewer. Probably with the more irritatingly dingy. You don't get subtle dingy until you go way high end, like The Wynn or its ilk.
Bellagio has best. pools. ever.
If we end up in Vegas, I'm planning on spening as much time as my sun-snarly, genetically inclinded towards cooler weather skin will allow poolside at the Bellagio, drinking mimosas.
Started talking to Tempe hotels today. It really is the best of what we have, being a university town.
The problem with staying at the Bellagio is that I would never go home. They would have to send the pack of big burly guys to physically remove me kicking and screaming. It would not be pretty.
Dude, it's Vegas...they really could do it.
They would have to send the pack of big burly guys to physically remove me kicking and screaming.
How much are tickets to that show running, Laura?
Yeah, the Bellagio is very much "I am NOT LEAVING" in the level of the happiness of its guests. I just set a rock and roll wedding reception in the high rollers' suite, complete with bigtime party. I'm jonesing for the Bellagio right now, and so very much can't afford it.
I'll talk to Khaled Amr at the Ramada, as well, and see if they can come within light years of what the Holiday Inn is offering. If not, It's going to be the HI package for SF.
I'm going to the Bellagio soon, and I was already toying with the idea of extending my stay instead of heading to LA for the weekend. Hmmmm.
Bellagio is gorgeous, but I'm a Mandalay Bay girl.
Mandalay Bay
Scares me. Saw it first in the lobby at night, and it was dark and echoey. My daughter loves it, though.
I'm Bellagio-centric to the point of devotion. I love the fact that it's a hotel for adults, because I don't do things like Disneyland, and I want the eight-year-olds hangin' with the Maus, not under the keno tables.