Greeted by several rooster topped mochos, as if would-be actors hoping for a break or least to have their pockets lined with a substantial greenback for a entrance. I inquired about going in. After being insulted several times, granted our friend at the gate was too altered or stupid to realize it, I started to become annoyed.

Meanwhile one of our rooster topped friends had a cell phone glued to his head as if he closing a deal with God himself. I can only imagine.

I was recently staying at the mirage and dropping a good coin and hardly expected I’d be negotiating with the coke triplets.

Having been to Europe several times, this is far from a European pool experience, more associated with a very expensive tease (If you have any self-respect you may want to listen to that little voice in your head, it will
be talking).

However, if you do decide to sport the ride, I hope the mammarys’ are worth it.

If management is reading this, I have a suggestion.

Get rid of the clowns and hire some class. It’s hurting your business.

I expected I good deal more from an organization owned by Kirk Kerkorian.

Granted this is simply my opinion. But what I know, I’m in marketing.