Imperial

I stayed in the penthouse suite at the imperial palace this past weekend. The nicest room in the worst hotel on the strip.

You walk out of the 112 degree Vegas weather and are struck by the overwhelming sensation that you may still be outside except for the decrease in visibility. Imperial Palace (IP) seems to not want to invest in air conditioning. There is a stink in the air of cigarette smoke embedded in every surface, including your shirt after stepping beyond the first set of slot machines.

When you check into the hotel you get angry bitter asian or african women giving you your keys and hinting at how difficult it is going to be for you to find your room. That's when the fun begins.

So, that's where this entry ends.