Las Vegas, Nevada
Marie was flying in from Florida after her Bahaman cruise and Chris and I were to meet her there at Aria - our hotel and home for the next 4 nights.
Marie had already checked in and naturally when we arrived they couldn't find the booking for my room... the conversation went a little like this:
"No, we don't have a booking under that name."
"Really? Well our friend, who has already checked in booked the two rooms together - at the same time."
"Yeah, no, there's no booking for Brown."
I hand him my confirmation number and he keys it in, unconvinced.
"Oh, here it is. It says here your surname is Browm."
"Browm? Have you ever heard of a surname of Browm before?"
"We don't have a room on the same floor as your friend."
"Really? The two rooms were booked together and we requested that they be close together."
"Um......." He tinkers away on the keyboard for a while.
"Ok, I've changed your booking to Brown."
"Which floor did you put me on?"
"Floor 25"
"So you DID have another room on the same floor?"
Silence as he hands me the key.
We are 4 rooms apart. Was all the palaver necessary do you think?
Stool Pigeons!
Aria is right in the middle of the Las Vegas Strip. It's a fairly new resort and casino and it's surrounded by the old favourites.
Caesar's Palace
The Monte Carlo... just to name two.
Donald Trump built a very classy gold hotel. He apparently wanted to build a casino, but the Gaming Commission of Nevada wouldn't give him a gaming licence.... apparently, according to one of our cab drivers, Steve Wynn blocked him from getting the licence. The cabby thought that maybe he did it because he once wanted to build a casino in Atlantic City and Donald blocked him. What goes around comes around. So now the gold Trump tower is just an ugly hotel with no redeeming features.
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