I like Vegas. My wife and I have a tendency to spend some time out there at least once a year and have become quite familiar with all of the sights and sounds that go along with a place labeled affectionately as Sin City. Our recent visit was actually to go to a family wedding being held there, but for specific reasons I am going to hold off on commenting about that specific event (for now). As a perk from visiting that city at a regular frequency, we tend to get fairly good rates on hotels. Such good rates that we often end up going back to the same hotel(s) even after we have decided we wanted a change. That is the situation we had on our recent trip. Even though we have stayed at the Luxor like 6 or 7 times now, the $59/night room rates is hard to pass up especially since they usually end up comping them out at the end of stay anyway. We could also use our offer to get a cheap room for others that were heading out there with us. So, setting the tone for this post is we went to Vegas, stayed at a hotel even though we would prefer to go elsewhere and had brought a number of people with us.
Four things stick out about that visit that has significantly impacted my desire to ever go to that particular hotel again. I will let you form your own opinion if I am simply overreacting. The first of these issues is the room location we were given. Having been to Vegas so many times, the room view is not an issue for us – to be honest, I really do not sleep much while I am out there and prefer to spend time out in the lights rather than just looking at them from a window. What is critical is my ability to actually get some sleep when I decide to head there. Keep in mind, this usually consists of me going to the room after 4am and getting up around 10am to sleep the rest off under the sun at the pool. Note, the reason for the couple of hours in the sun is to detox from the smoke and fumes from the casino floors. The first day plays out as expected, hit the room about 3am and hit the zzz’s. At 8:30am I am awakened by extremely loud drilling from what appears to be the floor right below my room. This I find extremely annoying and even try to drown it out with the pillow without success. Frustrated, I decided to simply get up and head out to some places my wife wanted to visit. Day plays out again exactly the same along with the same drilling which starts closer to 8am this time. Furious, I call the front desk and ask them how long I am going to have to listen to them drilling every morning. The response was “Oh, they are replacing windows below you, but we can move you to the other tower if you want to?” No, really I enjoy the sound; I just wanted to know if you could add a jackhammer. Idiot, of course I want moved or I would not have bothered to call you. My take away from this was that they KNEW this was happening but put us there anyway. The other issue is they had to move another party that was on the same floor (they needed to be close to us… no comment at this time). I relayed that they needed to be moved as well and that was agreed to by the clerk. So we packed up both rooms and headed out to the casino floor to kill sometime before the rooms were ready. At 1:00pm we gathered up our luggage and headed to the registration desk to get the new room assignment. Turns out they second room wasn’t done yet, but ours was. We took the keys and I specifically asked the clerk what the second room number was and wrote it down on the key envelope as well. We dropped all the stuff off at our room and headed out to the casino floor again.
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