Anyway...we're just back from Las Vegas and, as is my wont, I am over-thinking it. While in Las Vegas I manage to not think much about it other than in the usual sensory way. The massage feels good...why in the hell did I bet on the Dolphins...I ate too much at the buffet...that kind of thing. Since I've gotten back (and indeed, as we left), I began to think about the environment itself. So, I'd like to take you, oh blog friends, if you can rip yourselves away from the aforementioned virtual sex with MY therapist, on a virtual tour.
Las Vegas, like the hyper-America it is, is all about angles. No, not angels. They don't come to Las Vegas. Maybe fallen ones.
We stayed at THEhotel. Honey, copy editing queen that she is, does not like the "styling" on THEhotel. THEhotel is part of Mandalay Bay.
Art and modernity dominate the aesthetic. It's dark, light, swirl, contrast. White and green flowers in plain vases contrasted by a floral explosion above dominate a stark entranceway. "There should be places to sit," was Honey's comment. I agree totally. Butts before aesthetics.
The hall to the check-in desk establishes what you find through THEhotel, glass and clean lines dominated by muted or primary colors.
The art theme persists. Mondrian inspired plates of glass in the elevator give way to a musk-ox like swirl of art on the wall in the elevator lobby of our floor.
If there's any doubt that the perspective theme will dominate my thoughts, it's done away with by the massive painting that greets us as we head to the room. And, no, my therapist doesn't look like her.
The dense environment that one finds in the theme hotels is not overlooked in THEhotel. The theme may be a little more opaque than, say, Excalibur. When you get down to it, the theme is the THE. Thusly, THEpad and THEtp, to pick the two I took pictures of.
Perspective can be a lovely thing, too. The upscale nature of the hotel was reinforced through touches. The lily on the pillow one night was a nice touch (as were the Godiva chocolates--one dark and one milk as if they knew Honey's and my chocolate preferences--they were consumed before I could take a picture). Oh and the whirlpool was very nice, very nice indeed.
And lest we forget that the individual perspective is not part of the equation, may I present my Las Vegas drink o' the trip. My recent history has suggested that I will spend casino store prices to consume a drink that I have never before consumed each night before bed. SoBe Lean was June's choice. This time it was Pom Blackberry Tea. MMM. It's sold in containers that can be rinsed and used as glasses later. Quite the "bargain" for the expensive random Las Vegas drink. Sort of like how they used to sell jelly in cartoon glasses. Drink the tea. Keep the glass!
My perspective was made complete by being able to stare at my favorite casino shape of all. What's not to like about a black glass pyramid?
I can't think of a thing.
(Oh, and we had a great time, the spa was lovely, we lost money, and had two terrific buffets. We also had the best burger I've ever eaten and saw some sleeping lions).
