Not the High Roller wheel thing. Oh, wife just reminded me she pointed out a guy being intimate with himself at the Spring Mountain Rd side of TI. We were sitting at a red light for a long time. He was over by an elevator, Strokin', Strokin', Strokin' rapidly. Only 70 feet away. Wearing gym shorts. This was 10 o'clock in the morning after we had checked out of Mirage. For us, our hotel room works.
I was way too intimate with too many slot machines recently. Every one treated my like a ex-wife. Screwed me and took all my money.
We are boring we only have done it in our room...... Exciting though other places, not getting arrested... Yeah thats why I'm a good girl I don't wanna go to jail
Almost did......could have......maybe.........but..... .......decided to play frisbee instead. Long story. Still intimate though. I was headed out urban hiking the big convention centers one late afternoon along the Strip when we were staying at the Mirage. I am an architectural nerd and am fascinated by the huge halls the properties have. So......was cruising around the Mirage Convention Center as my first stop and lo and behold after wiggling a couple door knobs behind the round fountain I found one that was unlocked. The door opened up to the entire grand ball room, all the room dividers recessed back it was the size of an airplane hangar. I wandered around in there for quite a while, determined how big it was ( I think it is 420' X 200' ), and generally just marveled at the cavern of a room, it was completely empty except for a couple Genie lifts along the outside wall. Anyway.....brain went "hey" and hiked back out to the campervan ( approximately three miles )and grabbed our frisbee, found the wife at her pai gow table and I told her I had a secret. Off to the convention center to play frisbee we went. She is very kind and doesn't even ask why anymore, she knows I'm weird. This was probably nine years ago. I'm still weird. We threw the disc around for a minute and I started to think my sales skills might be good enough to pull off a little game of ultimate, wink wink nod nod I am no good at sales, I gave it my best but miss eagle eye had already spotted cameras and that was the end of that. Stoopid Big Brother watching....... Was probably the most memorable game of frisbee I have ever played though. We were getting in some really long straight throws without any wind. We played for maybe ten minutes before we got too freaked out, no idea if we were actually doing anything wrong, I assume we were. Still no idea why no one came to kick us out, we certainly played long enough for security to get there.........perfect place to play, a zillion square feet of carpeted flat field, no wind, nothing to trip over. Not quite as good as nookie but certainly was an intimate experience.................in a giant space.
If you are adventurous, the stairwells are often have double doors, so you'll have a bit of a warning if someone enters, which is rare if you are 20 floors up.
Marie Osmond's mouth. My wife and I had a room at the Flamingo which featured a sort of daybed in front of the window. We were having our afternoon "nap" and decided to take it to the window. Later, from across the street we realized our room was right about where Marie's mouth is. No wonder she was smiling.
Certainly not cheap but you can join the mile high club. I just hope it's fresh sheets on every trip. https://www.vegas.com/mytrip/app/Dates/5676/20161124?endDate=20161209&searchResults=1
on the plane on the way home one trip i noticed some movement in the seats in front of me. peeked over the seat top and i see a head of hair bobbing up and down ...sure nuff