seriously bleary eyed and knackered. late night drives into vegas suck arse. was slightly carsick for the last hour of the drive.
THEhotel is an interesting mix of modern and oh-my-god-just-stop-with-the-gold-leaf. the lobby’s inordinately slate dark but i like that twist on transylvanian. the best things? an achingly soft terry bathrobe, the huge dark wood writing desk, toe-squishing shag carpeting, and bottles of shampoo that have a wide neck so there’s no repeatedly jamming a tiny plastic container against your palm to get to that last wee bit of cream.
but then, contrast that with thin walls (i can hear. every. single. door. slam.), uncomfortably squashed mattress, non-resilient pillows, and chlorinated towels…well, yieah.
i complaineth but actually, i’m quite happy at the moment. yarrr!!!!