As I said in my last post, we bookended our marathon venture to St. George, Utah, with two overnights in Las Vegas. I didn’t mind the first place we stayed at, the Suncoast. RAS and I felt like we were the only ones there without an AARP membership.
However, we did have this great sunrise view from our room – and we were far from the Strip.
Las Vegas looks a lot like Phoenix now – the only difference is gambling is allowed. Wait, Phoenix does have gambling too, if you go out to the Indian reservations that surround the city. So the true difference is the entertainment.
When you walk the Strip, you’ll be besieged by young men who ask, “You have any plans tonight?” Then they shove a coupon in your face or want to sign your name to a paper on a clipboard and try to sell you on a show. And we’re not talking Cirque du Soleil – it’s usually something more obscure and definitely not worth the time or hassle. That got to be annoying pretty quickly.
On our return from Utah, we stayed at the Monte Carlo:
Despite its regal exterior look, I think it’s safe to say we probably won’t stay here again. The room was unexceptionally ordinary, but then I don’t suppose you come to Vegas to stay in your room. Even if you had one of those over the top, swimming in luxury suites or apartments. We also could only swim in the surprisingly small pool complex for about 30 minutes, until 5 PM, because it gets too dark (!) after that time. WTF???
I think what is comes down to is RAS and I are not in the target Vegas demographic. Neither one of us likes to gamble, like most of the older folks do, and we’re not party animals, like many of the 20 and 30-somethings that the tourism board is actively marketing to.
The most hilarious thing that the city tried to do a few years ago was position Vegas as a place for families. About 0.1% of the attractions I saw on this trip was even remotely geared to children and parents.
We did manage to do some walking around at night, before settling on P.F. Chang’s for dinner in the Planet Hollywood casino. All through our noisy dinner, my poor husband had to suffer through my agony over the Giants losing to the Reds for the second straight game in the NLDS, and my tiresome repetition of how San Francisco’s season was done for (of course, that didn’t happen, and that will be mentioned on another day).
One thing I will admit to – Vegas looks much better at night:
RAS and I agreed that the only way we’d return is to be a sweepstakes or contest winner, with an all-expense paid trip to one of those higher-end places like Bellagio, Wynn and Encore, Mandarin Oriental or Palazzo. And stay in one of those suites. And have a complimentary meal at one of those celebrity chef establishments where you would normally have to wait two months for a reservation. And free tickets to a Cirque du Soleil. And…