Ghetto Hotel

I almost forgot my last post of the day!

So, Jeff chose to stay at the Tropicana while in Vegas since we were going on his company's dime. He decided to stay conservative since this is his first time out doing so. Let me just warn you all....when planning a trip to Vegas, please steer clear of the Tropicana. Don't let it's location on the strip fool you....it is GHETTO!

Jeff will get mad that I'm even posting anything about this, because I think 1) it slightly hurts his feelings that I thought so "highly" of our temporary home away from home, and 2) I belive he thinks it really wasn't that bad. Now it wasn't horrible, it just wasn't the greatest thing I've ever stayed in (and trust me, I'm frugal when it comes to hotels). There are some crummy Wendover hotels I've stayed in a few steps above the Tropicana---and that's not saying much!

I think the best part of our room was the fact that I think it served as some sort of special suite way back in the day. How do I know this? Perhaps it was the deluxe bathroom (read large, nothing "grand" about it) with the word "Tropicana" stamped into the bottom of the garden tub--sorry no jets...probably weren't invented back then.

But the feature that screams "Deluxe Suite" was the bamboo framed mirror that served as a backboard to our bed.....and then continued across the ceiling. Bom-chica-wow-wow!

I took a picture of it, because I thought it was hilarious. Jeff and I used it to have conversations with one another while sitting right next to each other in the bed. For some reason it is innate human nature to converse this way, rather than tilt your head and just look at the person you are sitting next to. We found ourselves conversing this way often.

So for all of you looking to put that spark back in your relationship--perhaps a romantic getaway, something to remember, make sure you request room #866 in the Island Tower of the Tropicana. You'll love it!