We won't stay here again.\n\nTo be fair, when we arrived, things looked promising.  The gentleman at the front desk was friendly and helpful and put us on the 55th floor, which had a great view.  When we walked into the room, the window shades somehow knew we were there and raised on their own.  I thought that was pretty cool and was in the mood to like this place.  The room had a really nice look.\n\nBut then we tried to go to bed.  \n\nFirst, they don't have comfy hotel beds.  The beds were as hard as rocks.  And the pillows are so cheap and uncomfortable, my neck was actually sore the next day.  Bed = a cheap roadside motel. I called housekeeping to see if they had another pillow option (which it said they did in their little guide) and was told that they did not have anything else.  She kind of snapped the answer without checking, so I'm guessing she gets this a lot. \n\nBut the real problem was the thin walls.  I've never stayed in a hotel with such crappy construction.  Did they not realize that in Vegas, some people might want to party and other people might want to relax?  The first night, we heard squealing girls through the connecting door and just decided we should try to stay out late enough and hope they were passed out when we got home.  But the second night, we were tired, my guy wasn't feeling well, and we decided to go to bed early so we could hit the outlets early the next day.  But the frat party on the other side of us would not let that happen.  I called security SIX times and the front desk twice.  You would not believe this Mickey Mouse operation.  Wilson from security kept making excuses about how they couldn't FIND the party and it must not be that loud and we'd need to get up and get dressed and let the security guard into OUR room so they could see if it was really that loud.  When I got his supervisor, Mark, on the line and he heard the party THROUGH THE PHONE, he promised to take care of it.  Perhaps an hour later, I called again and was told they'd have to warn the party TWICE more before they'd clear the room.  Then I spoke to the night manager of the hotel, Greg, and he was totally incompetent.  He didn't offer to move us to a different room or give us a later checkout time or anything.  When I said we'd been calling over and over for two hours, he said that the hotel policy is that people are allowed to be as loud as they want in their rooms until midnight and he \""wasn't going to compensate us.\""\n\nAlso, be aware that the valet will almost certainly be \""full\"" and even as hotel guests, you'll have to self-park far away.  This was their policy all weekend and I have to say I've never encountered that at any other hotel in Vegas--they always have room for their guest's cars. Apparently they only provide valet service to owners of the condos.  Maybe they're hoping that will make you want to buy one of their poorly-constructed condos.  And be forewarned, every time you walk through the lobby, you WILL be assaulted by insane condo salesmen.  These people are desperately trying to get you to book a tour and  I'm not at all surprised they're having such trouble moving these things.  The only people I can imagine actually wanting to own here are the frat boys who were staying in Room 5506.