We got some sort of deal to stay in a room in the original tower.  After a 2000 mile motorcycle road trip staying in motels in random towns, I was ready for my splurgy hotel.  I expected all the glitz and glamour Vegas has to offer with our HRH room.  Like most things in life, I should've lowered my expectations, because I was sorely disappointed.  \n\nAtmosphere:  More or less my thing.  Definitely not my bf's thing.  Too loud, too wild, and too crazy for his liking.  I liked the decor, it was sleek and modern.  I thought the sexy catalog on the bed was cheap and tacky.\n\nRoom:  Clean modern lines.  White, black and red motif with a big comfy bed.\n\nService:  Good and bad.  Either way, our problems were dealt with quickly...but not throughly.  Let me explain.\n\nAfter hauling up a motorcycle trunk all the way from self parking (how do you valet a motorcycle?) I was happy to be in our room.  Until we realized how dirty it was.  There was still dried red puke surrounding the toilet.  EWW.  A call down got us an upgrade to a room in the new tower.  I wish they would have sent someone to help us with our luggage, I mean, it WAS their fault.  We lugged our three trunks back down and across the hotel to the new tower.  The lady had promised that we would love our new upgraded room.  We loved the room.  We didn't love that it was a smoking room and there was ash everywhere, even in the shower!  I didn't call again, we just dealt with it.  \n\nToiletries:  Great items.  I can't quite remember what kind they were, but they were great.\n\nOverall:  I can't respect or recommend a hotel that doesn't clean their rooms well.  Seriously, it's gross.  Stay for the party party atmosphere, then go somewhere else and sleep.