Hey, Hotel at Mandalay Bay!
Today I spent the better part of an hour looking through my hand bag only to find my old room key and itinerary.
Remember last year when we are all up in each others business and I was ready to sell my soul to live in you full-time?
Yeah, that was great wasn’t it?
Spending all that time eating, gambling and relaxing inside your elegant walls really gave me a soft spot in my heart for you. The private beach cabana away from the common riff raff was also a great touch.
I know, I miss you too.
Last year there just didn’t seem to be enough time for all the hedonism, lawlessness, endless hours at the slot machines and buffets.
What was that?
You liked the dancing? Really?
Here is a woefully amateurish video I took while waiting for our table at Prime Steak House, inside your pal Bellagio.
If you listen you can hear a bunch of noobs ohhing and ahhing every time water moves. That’s us.
Here is what the inside of Prime looked like. It was spectacular.
I ate a filet mignon that actually made me cry.
Weeping real tears.
It was that good.
I wanted to wrap myself up in your silk wall hangings and feast on four hundred-dollar sea food appetizers until the end of time.
Remember how easy it was to pretend that I only had myself to worry about? The spa, the wake up calls, the seemingly endless and varied drinking and dining opportunities.
I miss those carefree days and would like to pay you a visit again soon okay?
Have your people call my people and we’ll work it out.