Las Vegas Red Rock Getaway: Unbelievable Quinta Inn & Suites Deal!
Vegas, Baby, Vegas… and a Quinta Inn Deal? Seriously? My Las Vegas Red Rock Getaway Review
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from the "Las Vegas Red Rock Getaway: Unbelievable Quinta Inn & Suites Deal!" advertised everywhere. And let me tell you, it was… an experience. A messy, slightly confusing, occasionally delightful experience. This isn't going to be a polished brochure, it's my take. Expect some rambling. Expect some honesty. Expect me to still be half-convinced I dreamed the whole thing.
The Hook: The "Unbelievable" Deal (and My Wallet's Hope)
Let's be honest, the price was the main draw. Vegas is a money pit, plain and simple. So, when I saw "Unbelievable Deal" attached to Quinta Inn & Suites, I clicked faster than a slot machine paying out. Expectations? Low. My budget? Sub-zero after that last trip to a grocery store.
Getting In and Around: The Accessibility Test (and My Ankle's Prayer)
- Accessibility: This is where things got interesting. The website boasted facilities for disabled guests, but the reality was… nuanced. The elevators were a lifesaver, and getting to my room was relatively easy. But navigating the sprawling complex felt like an obstacle course designed by someone who hates push-rim wheelchairs. The CCTV in common areas and outside the property gave me a small sense of safety, though.
- Getting Around: The car park [free of charge] was a godsend. Even though it was a bit of a hike from my room, it saved me a fortune in parking fees. (Valet parking was also available, but my wallet started hyperventilating just thinking about it.) Airport transfer wasn't included, but hey, I can Uber, right?
My Room: From Functional to Flustering… (and That Bed!)
Available in All Rooms:
- Air conditioning: Essential. Vegas heat is a beast. A sweaty, relentless beast.
- Alarm clock: Check. Though I used my phone because, you know, 2023.
- Bathtub: Yes. Thank god. After a day of exploring, a good soak was…heavenly.
- Blackout curtains: YES! Slept like a log. Or, more accurately, like a narcoleptic log.
- Closet: Standard. I didn't have anything fancy to hang, but it was there.
- Coffee/tea maker: Bless. Made my mornings bearable. (Though I still needed actual coffee from the coffee shop.)
- Complimentary tea: Nice touch.
- Daily housekeeping: Spotty. Sometimes a bit late, but it was okay.
- Desk: Functional.
- Extra long bed: Seriously comfortable. Like, I almost didn't get out of it for the entire trip.
- Free bottled water: Crucial. Stay hydrated, people!
- Hair dryer: Yup. I needed it to dry my hair
- High floor: I requested a high floor, I like the view, but I couldn't see much of the Las Vegas Strip.
- In-room safe box: Perfect to stash my valuables
- Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless: Okay, the Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! was decent. But the Internet was… patchy at times. I did manage to get some work done (the whole reason for the trip, cough), but it wasn't always smooth sailing.
- Ironing facilities: Yep. Although, let's be real, I just wadded up my clothes and hoped for the best.
- Laptop workspace: Desk worked for that.
- Linens: Clean.
- Mini bar: Non-existent. Which was probably a good thing for my spending habits.
- Mirror: Many mirrors. Helpful for seeing how ridiculous I looked.
- Non-smoking: Thank god! The hallway didn't smell like an ash tray.
- On-demand movies: I had to pay for it.
- Private bathroom: Yup.
- Reading light: Actually, I used one.
- Refrigerator: Cool for keeping my water cold.
- Satellite/cable channels: Yup, and I used it a lot.
- Scale: I didn't use it. Ignorance is bliss after a Vegas trip.
- Seating area: A small sofa.
- Separate shower/bathtub: Showering was wonderful!
- Shower: It worked.
- Slippers: Nope. Bring your own.
- Smoke detector: Yes.
- Socket near the bed: Good for charging my phone!
- Sofa: A little too firm.
- Soundproofing: Well, I could hear the distant hum of the city, but it was okay.
- Telephone: Ancient.
- Toiletries: Basic, but they did the job.
- Towels: Clean towels.
- Umbrella: Thankfully I didn't have to use it.
- Visual alarm: I didn't need it, but good to know it's there.
- Wake-up service: I didn't use it.
- Wi-Fi [free]: See above.
- Window that opens: Nope!
The Room (continued): The soundproofing could've been a little better, but I could barely hear the outside noise. The room itself felt….adequate. Nothing fancy. Perfectly functional. Clean, which is a huge win in my book. My biggest gripe? The décor. Reminded me of a dentist's waiting room. Beige. Beige everywhere. But, hey, I wasn't there to admire the wallpaper. I was there to… well, do Vegas.
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitized? Maybe…
- Cleanliness and safety: The whole COVID thing is still a thing. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, hand sanitizer… it was there. But my paranoid brain still did a thorough wipe-down of every surface with my own sanitizing wipes. Some areas were still a little grimy.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Not that I saw.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: I hope so!
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Felt a bit like staff just didn't really care.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food, Glorious Food… (Maybe Not So Glorious)
- Dining, drinking, and snacking: There were restaurants onsite, but I was more interested in exploring the city.
- Restaurants: The food at the Quinta was… fine. I mean. Edible. I did try the breakfast [buffet]. The eggs were rubbery, the bacon was crispy, and the coffee tasted suspiciously like flavored brown water.
- Poolside bar? No. I didn't find one.
- Snack bar: I didn't see one either.
Things to Do (or Rather, Things Near To Do):
- Pool with view: The Swimming pool [outdoor] itself was…okay.
Services and Conveniences: The Help You (Might) Need…
- Air conditioning in public area: Thank goodness!
- Cash withdrawal: Yes, but at a premium.
- Concierge: I didn't even try to bother the concierge.
- Daily housekeeping: See above.
- Elevator: Needed, especially because of the bad wheelchair access
- Facilities for disabled guests: See above.
- Luggage storage: I didn't use it.
- Smoking area: Sigh.
For the Kids (Not My Department):
- Family/child friendly: Not really, since no kids pool
- Kids facilities: Not much, as far as I could tell.
The Verdict?
Look, for the price? It was… acceptable. I survived. I saw Vegas. My wallet didn't completely hemorrhage. The location was decent, the bed was awesome, and the blackout curtains were a godsend.
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Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. This is a Vegas trip, baby! And it's going to be a glorious train wreck. We're staying at the La Quinta Inn & Suites by Wyndham Las Vegas Red Rock. Hey, it’s got a pool, right? Priorities. Here we go…
Day 1: Arrival, Existential Dread, and Questionable Pizza Choices
1:00 PM: Touchdown! McCarran International Airport. Ugh, the smell of stale cigarette smoke and desperation already hits me like a ton of bricks. Seriously, is there a "Welcome to Vegas!" air freshener? Because if there isn't, there should be. Immediately hit the baggage claim, praying my suitcase hasn't decided to take a solo vacation to Albuquerque. It hasn't! Victory!
1:45 PM: Uber to La Quinta. The driver, bless his soul, looked like he'd seen things. Vegas, definitely. I try to make some small talk about the weather (blazing, obviously) but he just sighs and points to the Strip in the distance. "You'll see," he grumbles. I suspect he's right, and I'm equal parts thrilled and terrified.
2:30 PM: Check-in. Hopefully, the room isn't too… motel-y. My inner critic is already screaming about the thread count of the towels. Breathe, girl, breathe.
3:00 PM: Room reveal! Okay, not a suite, but it’s clean-ish. The air conditioning is blasting, which is a good sign. I can live with beige. I unpack my suitcase, and marvel at the fact that I managed to fit everything I wanted to pack. You know, because I'm me.
3:30 PM: Pool time! I need to detox from the anxiety of the flight, the airport, and the fact that I’m in Vegas. I grab my book (a trashy romance novel, don't judge) and plant myself by the pool. The sun feels amazing, the water’s refreshing. I have a moment of pure bliss. And then a tiny, screaming child launches a water balloon in my direction. Yep, Vegas already.
6:00 PM: Dinner. Uh, a quick Yelp search leads me to a place called "Pizza Planet" that’s remarkably close to our hotel. I'm starving, so I go. The pizza? Let's just say it was… memorable. In a "I’ll be replaying that flavor and crusting texture in my mind for years to come" kind of way. I’m pretty sure I saw a tumbleweed roll through the restaurant.
8:00 PM: Staring at the ceiling. Existential dread is starting to creep in. Am I really here? What have I gotten myself into? The answer, I suspect, is "something I'll deeply regret, but secretly love."
9:00 PM: Attempt to watch TV. The remote is obviously broken. And I’m already feeling like I'm going to need another pizza.
10:00 PM: Sleep? Possibly. Or maybe I'll wander the halls looking for the vending machine. The struggle is real.
Day 2: Red Rock Canyon and a Thousand Tiny Regrets
7:00 AM: Wake up! Or, more accurately, drag myself out of bed feeling like I've been run over by a casino bus. I NEED COFFEE.
7:30 AM: Breakfast. The hotel breakfast is surprisingly decent. Waffles! I load up on carbs, attempting to offset the questionable pizza from last night.
8:30 AM: Red Rock Canyon! I’m feeling a smidge more adventurous. We rented a car. Driving here feels like I’m escaping the madness of the Strip, even though it's only a few miles away. The scenery is GORGEOUS. I feel like I’m in a Western movie, and I’m not sure if want to be a gun slinger or a saloon girl.
10:30 AM: Hiking? Yeah, sure, why not. We hit the trails. The hike is tougher than I anticipated (hello, altitude, my old friend). Sweaty, sunburnt, and slightly out of breath, I find myself thinking "I wonder where that Pizza Planet is." We persevere. We see some great views. We take some pictures.
12:00 PM: Lunch and a mental breakdown. Okay, maybe not a full-blown breakdown, but the sheer exhaustion of the hike, the sun, and the fact that I’m a klutz who keeps tripping over rocks… it’s a lot. We sit and try to eat our sad sandwiches. The wind is a little too dramatic for my taste.
2:00 PM: Back to civilization, or as close as we can get in Vegas. Pool time again. This time, armed with a gigantic iced coffee and a healthy dose of denial about how much sun I’ve absorbed.
4:00 PM: The Strip! Oh, boy. After a nap. I have to get my Vegas fix at least once, right? I change into something… sparkly. The plan is to walk around, soak up the atmosphere, and not gamble away my life savings. Famous last words, right?
5:00 PM: Walking The Strip. The sheer volume of people! The lights! The noise! It's sensory overload. "Wow," I say. "Wow," I repeat. I feel like a kid on a playground who's seen a clown with a rainbow afro and a giant, inflatable donut.
7:00 PM: The Bellagio Fountains! I can't help but be mesmerized. It's actually breathtaking. I’m briefly transported outside myself, and have the thought, “Maybe I can handle this.”
9:00 PM: Gambling! (Oops). I put a $20 bill in a slot machine, expecting to lose it immediately. Instead, I win! A whole five dollars! I'm on top of the world. I quit while I'm ahead. (Probably).
10:00 PM: More Pizza Planet? I won't lie, I'm tempted. But no. I have to stay conscious.
11:00 PM: Back at the hotel. I'm exhausted, exhilarated, and slightly horrified. Vegas, you are a beast!
12:00 AM: Sleep…maybe. Maybe a late-night snack. Maybe writing a strongly worded letter to the universe about the emotional turmoil of travel.
Day 3: The Come Down
7:00 AM: Wake up after what feels like 4 hours of sleep. The Vegas hangover is real, and it's not just the headache. It's the slight shame of all the bad decisions I’ve made.
8:00 AM: Breakfast. More waffles, less judgement.
9:00 AM: Pool time, again. This time I'm trying to process the entire experience.
11:00 AM: Packing! I don't want to leave yet.
12:00 PM: Check-out. A wave of relief washes over me. I survived.
1:00 PM: Uber to the airport. I tell the driver about my trip. He looks vaguely horrified. I smile.
3:00 PM: Flight home. The plane is small and cramped, just like my soul.
6:00 PM: My city. I’m tired and sad that the Vegas magic has worn off.
And I begin to plan my return. Don't judge me.
There you have it! A Vegas itinerary, filled with the messy truths of a human adventure. It's not perfect, and it's not always pretty, but it sure is memorable. And that, my friends, is the Vegas way.
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So, what *is* this thing anyway? Like, the basic-basic rundown.
Ugh, alright, fine. Think of it like… a Swiss Army knife, but instead of a tiny saw, it's… well, it's *something*. Look, I'm not even sure what you think the FAQ is about! Is it about cats? Is it about the new taxes? Is it about how to fold a fitted sheet? We’re not going for a definitive definition and I don't know what we'll end up talking about. Maybe you can start with the FAQ.
Okay, okay, I understand, but what if you had a specific thing to talk about? Like, what's the point of it all?
The point? Oh, honey. The *point* is mostly just getting through the day with some semblance of dignity. But if we *had* a specific thing… Okay, fine. Let’s say the thing is… *chocolate chip cookies*. The point, in that glorious scenario, is to consume warm, gooey, chocolate-studded perfection. Seriously, that's a life goal! And the FAQ, if it existed in that cookie-filled world, would be your guide to that goal.
Are there any downsides? (Because, let's be honest, there always are.)
Downsides to… cookies? Are you a masochist? Of *course* there are downsides. The mess! Sticky fingers! The ever-present threat of eating an entire batch in one sitting and regretting it later whilst nursing a sugar coma! The fact that they are often, *always* gone too fast. That, and the fact that eating too many *of anything* is probably not great for your health. Also, you might burn your tongue on the first one because you can't wait. Ugh.
How do I get started? What’s the first step?
If we're still talking about the cookies, the first step is… a deep breath. Then, *find a recipe you like*! Seriously. There are a million out there. Don’t go for the one that's overly complicated. Trust me on this. Overthinking it will only lead to you staring blankly at a cookbook, overwhelmed. Which, let's be honest, happens to me at *least* twice a week. I'm a procrastinator.
What if I mess up? Like, completely and utterly ruin it?
Oh, sweetie, *you will*. We all do. Maybe you’ll bake the cookies until they are harder than hockey pucks (been there, done that, chipped a tooth on the result). Maybe you’ll throw in the wrong ingredients and end up with something… *unique* (once made brownies that taste like soap. I don't know why… was a weird day). Just learn from it! Laugh about it. And, honestly, if they're *truly* inedible…throw them away, and order pizza. Or, you know, another batch. Whatever works. And next time you bake, you got a better chance than the last.
How long does it take to… *do* this thing?
Well, let's go back to cookies. Because I'm thinking about it. Baking time varies. The recipes are often lying. Some recipes only take about 15 minutes if we consider prep. Then you have to bake the cookies until they are golden and gooey. In other words, you burn the first batch because the oven is *always* lying about the actual time. And then you have to cool them… which is a *joke*. Because they are too delicious to wait. Then, if you’re really, really lucky, you can start to eat them, in short order. But that’s just if we talk cookies. I bet if we're talking about something else, we'd get a different answer.
Will I be good at it? Eventually?
Look, I’m not going to lie. If you, no matter what this *thing* is, keep at it, you'll get better. The first time I tried to bake cookies, they were flat and weird. Now, I've got a recipe I've tweaked over years. But the first time I did it I nearly burned the house down from the smoke. You'll learn tricks of the trade, you'll discover your own patterns, you’ll figure out what works *for you*. It’s all about the *process*. Even if that process includes a few (or a lot) of mistakes.
Okay, fine, let's say you're good at cookies. What's your *secret*?
SECRET?! Oh, please. I'm a total klutz. But if I HAD to give a "secret," it's simple: don't overthink it. Look, the best cookies are often the most simple. Quality ingredients are key. And a good, trusty oven. And butter. Lots and lots of butter. And, well… that’s all I got. Oh, and don't forget to have a little bit of fun!
What are the biggest mistakes people make?
Underbaking or overbaking. They think it's a precision science, but it's not. They're too afraid to experiment. They follow recipes like they're gospel. They use cheap chocolate chips. And *they don't eat them fast enough!* Look, there's no point in making cookies if you don't enjoy them. It's about *living* for the moment. And maybe, just maybe, you put in the wrong type of salt. Don't underestimate how important a good salt is.
Is there a specific type of cookie I just have to try?
I'm not sure... I mean, everyone loves chocolate chip. But if you want to be a *real* cookie connoisseur, you gotta branch out. Try a chocolate peanut butter. Or maybe even a white chocolate macadamia nut! IBest Stay Blogspot
