Though not a particularly tame one, the title given to this essay fits it to a T. For starters, the reason I used the word “near” is because my mother went on another trip that she described as “pure and utter hell”. As for me, this was by far the ABSOLUTE WORST trip I’ve been on.
To most, Las Vegas is a getaway from their everyday life; it gives them a chance to put down their briefcases and aprons to go away for a while to have a little fun. As for me, it’s pretty much the same thing. Actually, it’s more of a tradition; we try to go at least once every year. After about a year of tireless and backbreaking work, we need a few days to unwind and recharge our batteries for another year. For my family, Las Vegas has always been the ideal place to do so; at least it was before we stayed at the Excalibur “resort.”
When I arrived at the supposed “resort” and looked around, I said that it seemed like it would be a really great trip. Now that I look at it, I realize that that was a highly strong overestimation. The reason we stayed there was because the rates were very reasonable for us. However, when we got to the check-in desk we found out that there was a fee to pay for each person staying so we ended up having to pay twice what we were told we would have to pay. When we got to the room, it wasn’t really bad. After a few minutes however, our opinions of the room fell as the choking stench of cigarette smoke rose up and filled the room and the whole 20th floor, which was supposed to be non-smoking by the way.
The events of next day did everything but help the opinion we were developing. Since we knew that housekeeping was going to need a couple of hours to clean the rooms on our floor, we decided to go out for a while. When we got back we were appalled. Not only had they not really cleaned the room too well, but they left a few things behind which showed me that M&Ms and cleaning don’t mix too well, and it didn’t help that the housekeepers didn’t remember that they had already “cleaned” the room later on.
Even with all that having been said, that shouldn’t suggest that the entire trip was horrible. Other than the hotel, where we ended up spending most of our time, Vegas had a lot more to offer, or so I thought. The plan I had in mind was to spend as much time in the arcades of Las Vegas as possible; let’s just say it didn’t go too well. For one thing, half of the time, I wasn’t able to play any of the games I wanted to play because either someone was on that particular machine or it wasn’t working. Even when I did gain access to a game that I had my eye on, a good portion of the time something on it didn’t work as it was supposed to(to put it mildly).
As I close this essay, I must say that this was really the first time I was anxious to leave Las Vegas. However, I’d like to firmly establish that this one hotel should by no means reflect on all of the others on the strip. Actually, all of the other hotels were rather entertaining, which would explain why we spent most of our time there.
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