Brad and I just returned home after spending the weekend at the Palazzo. As a rule, we ignore the opening of a new casino in Vegas, waiting until the curious crowds thin out. However, our VIP invitation to the Grand Opening Festivities came about the time my doctor, after determining that I was suffering from a super-severe case of postherpetic neuralgia (post-shingles pain), told me that if I didn’t slow down, stress was going to shorten my life considerably. That got my attention – and we decided that a three-day mini-vacation in a plush Palazzo suite would be just what the doctor ordered!
We checked in on Thursday afternoon, with little delay, showing that the couple of weeks since the soft opening had smoothed out most possible glitches. Our suite looked pretty much like the standard suites we had when we stayed at the Venetian, but maybe we aren’t that observant since CEO Sheldon Adelson said they were trying for a “more modern, cleaner” look without the embroidered fancy fabric. But any 720-square-foot suite with a sunken living room, a marble-laden bathroom, three flat-screen TVs, and a bed covered with Egyptian linens and a multitude of puffy pillows screams "Luxury!" to me, whether I recognize its “distinctly modern European design” or not.
That evening, we picked up our VIP credentials and entered the beautiful atrium, with decorative pools and a 25-foot waterfall, which connects the Palazzo with the Venetian. Escalators took you to the upper level that circles this atrium, filled with upscale retail stores. This whole area, downstairs and up, was cordoned off for the evening so only VIPs could enjoy the cocktail party and fashion show.
The fashion show was not your usual runway event. It was all over both levels and the only word I can think of to describe it is … weird. Models wearing high-fashion attire from the various stores were scattered upstairs and down. Three models in long dresses were standing in one pool. Yes, IN the pool – so the bottom few inches of the dresses were getting wet. I assume these dresses cost hundreds, perhaps thousands of dollars – but this was no penny-ante event – and if the water ruined them … well, OK. In another pool were models cavorting around in brief white outfits that I’m not sure any store sells. Upstairs, and not in water, were models pretending to be silent statues, models dancing on big blocks, models twirling metal hoops. Most … well, weird were female and male models with lampshades on their heads – I was surprised that so many had a bad hair day and couldn’t find a hat they liked.
But we didn’t spend a lot of time looking at weird modeling, because food tables had been set up all over the halls in the shopping corridors. A great way to have a cocktail party and not have to wait in line for food or drink. One table a little too crowded? Just move down to the next one. There were dessert tables and hearty appetizer tables. We didn’t always know what we were nibbling on, but we were hungry so everything tasted good.
I hear there were fireworks during this Grand Opening weekend, but we must have been “working” on some of the many 9/6 JoB machines we found and missed that event.
We did attend the big show on Saturday night … well, part of it. It was in a huge room in the convention area of the Venetian and there was utter confusion at the beginning while thousands of people were finding their seats, so it started almost an hour late. And then it went on, and on, and on. We enjoyed the introduction to “Jersey Boys” by big-screen TV, and then the four guys who would be starring in the musical came out and gave us a sample of the play that will open in the spring.
Several forgettable sets followed. At last Seal came on and he is good, but we had come to see Diana Ross. At 11 p.m. there was no sign of her, so we had to drag our tired bodies out of the auditorium and back to our suite.
All in all, we had a fun and relaxing weekend. We won $2,045. I have only one suggestion for Mr. Adelson. Remember that many of your guests are over the hill and … how can I put this delicately? … their plumbing isn’t working as well as it used to or (perhaps more accurately) it is working too well. We loved the remote control to open and close the sheer Roman shades and over draperies, but if you need to cut corners, we’d be willing to pull cords if, in return, we could have a remote control for the frequent opening of that heavy door into the privacy commode room off the big bathroom.
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