What can I say that hasn't already been said?  I blame our stay on my dear husband, who really needs to get on Yelp and research things before he takes a plunge.  Lucky for him I am always up for an adventure.  As we made it up to the room, I was giggling the entire time pointing out mysterious stains, holes in the wall, and the decor.  I laughed even harder when I opened the night stand drawer and found a hooker catalog full of meaty mulleted men neatly lined up next to a Bible.  I turned on the sink and thought it was going to launch itself into the next room.  The soap had a grit to it but was not the exfoliating kind...no that was rust from the soap dish.  I'm sorry I don't remember much of that week in Vegas (except being called Lucy Ricardo by the door guy every time I came in), what do you expect?