About Bellagio

2006.10.01 (CA)
Something funny about the service at Bellagio - supposedly an high-end hotel in Las Vegas.

Day 1
Everything has a price. Additional shampoo, soap, lotion... you name it - cost you some bucks.

Day 1.5
Something rang in the middle of the nite around 3-ish. I was wondering whether it's the phone ringing or sort of alarm - the not-so-little round silver light on the wall was flashing along with the rhythm of rang-rangs. I made up my mind after 3 seconds in decision to pick up the phone instead of dressing up and run. I was right - that was the phone. However, it's a wrong number. The operator had connected the wrong room for the caller. That drove me crazy.

Day 2
Facial tissue not being replenished even though the peachish ones appear - which means tissue is using up.
Spare towels in the drawers not being replenished too.
Maybe we have to pay for those?

Day 3
Forgot to tip house-keeping. It maybe a decision of the sub-conscious mind though.
Supposed to meet uncle and aunt at the hotel self-parking lot. Was pointed to a wrong direction (valet parking) by a lobby staff. It was a totally opposite direction. Jesus.