business travel,  vegas

photo essay: wynn las vegas

thewinoAhhh the Wynn Las Vegas. Or what I now like to call my home away from my itsy bitsy teeny weeny tiny shoebox of an apartment that New York City realtors try to persuade naive young twenty-somethings that it is indeed a home.

You know the scene in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York when Kevin is jumping on the bed in the Plaza and tearing through the mini fridge? Welcome to my life at the Wynn.

Though I have much more to fill you in on regarding my big self-realization that occurred during my time in Vegas (stay tuned), my brain hasn’t quite recovered from the red-eye flight back to New York, followed directly by the romantic & the hub’s going away party (WAH). SO, I present to you on this lovely Monday eve, a photo essay of my time in Sin City. And by Sin City, I mean exclusively my time at the Wynn because I didn’t actually leave my room that often except to attend all the grown-up work business that had me there in the first place.

SO, the Wynn:

It may have been my jetlag, but I’m almost positive that the front-desk person called this the magical tree garden. Regardless, its the entrance. Dragon and all.

Wynn Las Vegas

This is a multitude of shots from my beautiful sanctuary of a room. Though you can’t tell from this photo, the bed was approximately double the size of my bed at home.

Wynn Las Vegas

Let’s be honest. I destroyed this mini-bar.

Wynn minibar

There was also SERIOUS room service– a wino first! Not recommended if you’re trying to stay cheap. BUT, if you’re trying to consume a large number of carbs delivered on a silver platter and drink the accompanying bottle of wine while in PJs, room service is tops.

Wynn room service

And like, chelloooo, this was the view I fell asleep to every night. BONUS POINTS for the floor to ceiling drapery that opened and closed with the touch of a button next to my bed.

Wynn Las Vegas

Ahh, the Wynn. I miss thee so. Stay tuned for “Vegas, Revisited: the wino learns two very important life lessons in Sin City.”

xo!

the wino

The Lazy Travelers are two transatlantic best friends who have mastered the art of exploring a new city. Though Ashley is based in London and Carolyn is in Philadelphia, we'll use any excuse to reunite around the world. We’re professional bar hoppers, pub crawlers, and food testers, and you’ll never see us zipping around, checking things off a list of “must-sees.”

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