Introduction: I think I should start this trip report with a bit of an introduction that some might find interesting. Iâ€™ll try to keep it as short as possible, but feel free to skip down to the trip itself if you wish. When I was around 10 years old, I met a cousin of mine for the first time who was about a year and a half older than me. Of course, at that time, that was a major age difference and we didnâ€™t get along at all. About 10 years later (November 2003, to be exact), my older brother got married and that same cousin happened to be among many houseguests staying with us for a week. The both of us were now in our early 20s and much more mature. We pretty much hit it off; he was like the brother I never knew I had. I felt like this guy was my best friend after catching up with him for only an hour. It was then that I decided we needed to go to Vegas together, but of course, with my broâ€™s wedding coming up, this was not possible at the time so I guess you could say this trip has been almost 2 years in the making. Last year, I visited him for a week where he lives in Vancouver, British Colombia. I had the most amazing time (and consequently decided it would be a great place to retire). Itâ€™s a tradition in our family to be the best host possible when having a guest so although I tried to be pay my own way each time we went out, it simply didnâ€™t happen. It was the time of my life and I promised him that the next time heâ€™d visit me, Iâ€™d return the favor and thatâ€™s precisely what I did. I havenâ€™t been online for a while since weâ€™ve been partying/relaxing the entire week my cousin has been here concluding with 2 nights in Vegas. Last Thursday we were in San Diego, Friday in Santa Barbara (I swear State Street has more drunks on it than any given time on the LV strip!), Saturday in West Hollywood, and concluding in Vegas Sunday through Tuesday. So anyway, here goes nothinâ€™â€¦ The Trip: We wake up at 6am after about 3 hours of sleep to get an early start on the road. The previous night partying on Sunset strip in Hollywood was a great precursor of things to come. Weâ€™re off by 7am and it turns out to be the easiest drive to Vegas Iâ€™ve ever made. Actually, it was odd because during a large portion of the drive, there was hardly anybody in sight ahead or behind me. I spent the time telling my cousin of Vegasâ€™ history and whatnot. Weâ€™re in town at about 10:45am and cruise the strip for a bit. My cousin is totally overwhelmed and canâ€™t believe the sheer size of these hotels; he was taking pictures left and right. We pull into Wynn and walk over to check-in. Thereâ€™s no problem checking in this early and weâ€™re given a room on the â€œ53rdâ€ (43rd) floor overlooking the golf course. We go up to our room and my cousin couldnâ€™t believe itâ€”heâ€™s traveled the world, but had never seen such a nice room. Once we receive our baggage from the bell desk weâ€™re off to the buffet for brunch. The line was over an hour long. I asked for a line pass at the comp desk and was not given one. Iâ€™ve been denied line passes at other top properties, but it was surprising at Wynn considering that a buffet comp was pretty easy to score here on my last trip. Well, after an hour in line, weâ€™re finally seated and start eating. It was worth the wait. For brunch, theyâ€™ve got a great selection of freshly squeezed juices and some of the best carrot juice Iâ€™ve ever had. After brunch, we head out to the pool. After a quick walk-through we decide the spa would be a better choice today. Despite it being over 100 degrees, it was pretty gloomy outside, and the only topless people in the topless bathing section were men. The spa was great as usual and I think that if I could one day build myself a home, Iâ€™d definitely have a deluge built in the bathroom. After the spa, I give my cousin a tour of our hotel and showed him around the casino (heâ€™d never been in a casino before!). We then walk down the street to the Venetian and did the same and then back to Wynn for dinner at Okada. My cousin is a sushi expert and he said Okada had the best sashimi heâ€™s ever had. You could practically squeeze through it with your chopstick if you tried. Like Iâ€™ve mentioned in previous reports, the setting is wonderful and the waitress was kind enough to take us to the â€œfloatingâ€ table at the base of the waterfall for a picture. Unfortunately, it didnâ€™t come out too well. After dinner, we cabbed over to Luxor so I could show my cousin the interior of the hotel. After all these years, I still think this hotelâ€™s â€œwowâ€ factor is the strongest interior-wise. We walk through Mandalay Place and into â€œThe Art of Shavingâ€. I hadnâ€™t shaved in a few days and when Iâ€™ve got scruff, I could pass for 35. I decided not to shave tonight as we wanted to do a little role-playing at Body English telling complete strangers that my name was â€œFrank Grimesâ€ and Iâ€™m some sort of major cardiologist or something. I tell my cousin before walking into â€œThe Art of Shavingâ€ that the sales associate would have a heart attack when she saw my face. She didnâ€™t of course, but while I was speaking to her my cousin was just about to explode from laughter at what Iâ€™d said previously. It was one of those moments where the situation was just funnier than it really seemed and we had no idea why we were laughing so hard. We walked our way into Mandalay Bay still laughing for no reason as we made our way towards Foundation Room. Iâ€™ve been able to coax my way in on members only nights before, but tonight security was extra tight and they were having none of it at the door so I didnâ€™t even bother. Instead we headed on over to Mix at THEhotel. If youâ€™re into a great vibe, awesome people, and a nice atmosphere where you can actually hear yourself talk, this is a great spot. Hereâ€™s probably the best shot of the trip: After a drink, we cabbed over to Hard Rock. Bill (vegashost) hooked us up at Body English and we walked right in. I can see why this club is as hot as it is, but I was expecting a little more. Itâ€™s way smaller than it looks in pictures, but the stories Iâ€™ve heard are all trueâ€”everyone was dancing everywhere and it was just a crazy time. They blast the dance floor at sporadic times with some kind of freezing gas that drops the temperature by about 30 degreesâ€¦ that is of course, if youâ€™re not directly under one of the outlets like I was. In that case, it feels like the temperature drops significantly more. Letâ€™s just say that was the most insane rush Iâ€™ve ever experienced. My watch and camera felt ice cold for a long time afterward. I actually had to test my camera to make sure it still worked. We head up the stairs just above the dance floor to overlook the action. My cousin points out this guy among the crowd with a beard hanging below his chest, long and scruffy hair, and torn clothing. I didnâ€™t want to be too quick to judge, but he looked like a homeless guy. Needless to say, there are girls all over him and heâ€™s dancing up a storm. We thought that maybe it was some dude wearing a fake beard and just dressing up for funâ€”I mean, this is Vegas. We walk up the stairs and leave the club rather early when we see this guy following behind us. Once in the casino, I turn around and glance at this costumed character. I was wrong. The beard was real, he looked like he hadnâ€™t showered in days, and he smelt like it too. Indeed, it was a homeless guy. My glance had turned into a stare as he approached me, grabbed his crotch with one hand, and in the scruffiest voice you could ever imagine yelled, â€œFashion statement, motherf*****!!â€ My initial fear turned into downright laughter and I asked to take a picture with him, but he refused and walked away. I donâ€™t know how this guy got into Body English, but at least for one night, it seemed like he owned the freakinâ€™ joint. We cabbed it over to Bellagio so I could show my cousin the resort. I havenâ€™t been inside since March of 2004, but Iâ€™ve got to say, Iâ€™m not getting all these â€œWynn looks exactly the sameâ€ comparisons in the interior design. The guy puts crown moldings in 2 resorts and heâ€™s immediately deemed unoriginal. One thing is for sure: MGM/Mirage has completely ruined Bellagio. The Conservatory no longer feels like a tranquil oasis and the new Spa Tower feels considerably cheaper than the original structure. My cousin wanted to see the procedure of playing at the tables so I sat at a Pai Gow Poker table and explained the rules. He picked it up quickly, but doesnâ€™t like to gamble. I really wasnâ€™t in much of a mood to play either so I cashed out after 5 minutes up $26. We then head over to Seizures Palace. Thatâ€™s the new name Iâ€™m going to give it because thereâ€™s no consistency in anything there especially when it comes to ceilings, carpeting, and signage. In fact, the only thing itâ€™s got going for it is the new Forum Shops section (I think the old section has been outdone by other shopping malls in terms of beauty). By now our feet are killing us and at 4am, itâ€™s still something like 90 degrees outside so we walk back to Wynn and turn in for the night.