Lollygaggin: Country mice in the city

A tale in which Pammy learns the difference between a valet and a bellman

Once again, our quarterly Grannies Gone Wild weekend was a huge success.
Except for the gambling part. That was....not exactly a success.

But we had a blast and didn't lose all our money.

I think the highlight of our trip was the freebie night at the

Ameristar Hotel

Oh. My. Gawd.

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The bathroom. The bathroom. Marble floors. Mahogany and granite double sinks. A bathtub to die for. Glass shower with one of those rain shower heads. Separate room for the toilet...with art in it, no less.

Aaaannnnd....

A wall-mounted flat screen tv! In the bathroom! Just one of three...count 'em...three...in the suite.

Yes, I took a bath in that gorgeous bathtub and watched tv...just because I could.

The room...well, I'd call it a suite...itself wasn't anything to sneeze at, either.

Plush, plush, plussssshhhhhh beds with Egyptian cotton sheets that felt like silk and upholstered headboards that went aaalllll the way to the ceiling.

The step-down "living room" part was perfect, as well, with huge flat-screen, micro-suede sofa, coffee table, small dining table and an occasional chair. The whole end of the room was floor to ceiling windows overlooking the fabulous indoor-outdoor pool, hot tub and plaza.

Jill, chillin.

Loooved the lamps. Unfortunately, they wouldn't fit in my suitcase.

The room was spectacular...and the service was just as good. Even though the room was a comp and all we ever do is play the nickle slots, everyone treated us like we were jet-setting gamblers.
It was absolutely the swankiest hotel I've ever stayed in...even better than the Westin we stayed at during our

trip

to Chicago this spring.

While we could have spent the entire time drooling over that bathroom, we did manage to check out a few of the neat shops on historic, brick-streeted Main Street. We took a break and dined outside on French dip sammies and French Onion soup (Oui, oui!) at

Little Hills Winery