Mesquite Getaway: Unbeatable Deals at Holiday Inn Express & Suites!
Alright, let's dive headfirst into a review of… well, the hotel, isn't it? This feels like a data-dump of options, so let's try and make some sense of this sprawling Frankenstein of amenities. Buckle up, buttercups. Because this is going to be a wild ride, and I'm not even sure where we're going, but, here we go:
First Impressions & The Accessibility Gauntlet
Okay, so "Accessibility" is the first buzzword. That's good, that’s crucial! And let's be honest, it's often where hotels drop the ball. Specifically, is the place actually set up for folks with mobility issues? Check: "Wheelchair accessible" is on our list. Score one. But "Facilities for disabled guests" is a bit vague. We need specifics, like ramps (duh!), accessible bathrooms, maybe even a pool lift. That would make us (and many others) ecstatic. Then there's on-site restaurant accessibility. Fingers crossed that all its restaurants are accessible.
What's the Internet Situation? (Because, Duh)
"Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" YES! That's a necessity, frankly. Then we get the usual options: "Internet," "Internet [LAN]," "Wi-Fi in public areas." Okay, they're covering their bases. For me, who cannot live without reliable Wi-Fi, it's a must for my constant writing. I'm assuming you need good Wi-Fi too.
Things to Do (and How to Relax, Apparently)
Okay, entertainment time. Let's see.. A fitness center (standard), a spa, and sauna? Alright, starting to see a pattern here. Then, the holy grail: "Pool with view." Instantly picturing myself: sun-drenched, cocktail in hand, gazing out at something amazing. The "Spa/sauna" combo is a good one. I can definitely imagine myself, post-massage, sweating out all my worries.
The Spa Experience: An Emotional Rollercoaster
Okay, so, they have a spa, right? Now, one of the "ways to relax" is a "Body Scrub" and a "Body Wrap." Wonderful. But sometimes, right? And I'm going to say it as it happens to me: body treatments can go one of two ways - absolute heaven or absolute torture. Once I decided to get a body wrap at a swanky hotel spa. It started promising, right? The scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air. The therapist was lovely. Wrapped me up like a burrito. Then comes the sweating. Oh, the sweating. I swear, I thought I was going to drown in my own body fluid. The claustrophobia set in. I was panicked. I spent the rest of the treatment imagining how I was going to escape. Still, it sounded nice! "Sauna?" Yes please!
Cleanliness & Safety: The Post-Covid Checklist
Now we're getting into the nitty-gritty. "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "Hand sanitizer," "Physical distancing of at least 1 meter"…Okay, they're taking this seriously. "Room sanitization opt-out available" is a good thing. "Rooms sanitized between stays" – a must. And "Staff trained in safety protocol"? Excellent. This area gets a solid A for effort. This is just such a huge relief knowing things are clean.
Food, Glorious Food! (And the Drinking, Snacking Part)
The "Dining, drinking, and snacking" section is a beast. "Asian breakfast," "International cuisine," "Vegetarian restaurant"… Sounds promising. I love a good breakfast buffet. The "Poolside bar" and "Snack bar" are essential. But let's get serious: what about the coffee? "Coffee/tea in restaurant" is nice, but is it good coffee? And what about a good dessert? I have a sweet tooth the size of a whale. I'm picturing a decadent chocolate cake and my mouth is watering.
Also, they have "Happy hour." Well, that's just a given!
Services and Conveniences: The Extras
From "Concierge" to "Laundry service," they've got the usual suspects. "Doorman" is a nice touch. "Elevator" is essential for anyone who doesn't want to hike up 10 flights of stairs. "Currency exchange" - useful. Then there's the "Gift/souvenir shop" … a trap, but a fun one. And, perhaps most importantly, they offer "Cashless payment service." Amazing!
For the Kids (or not, if you hate kids…)
"Babysitting service" and "Family/child friendly." That's nice for the families.
Getting Around (and Getting Out!)
"Airport transfer," "Taxi service," "Car park"… Covering the bases. And "Valet parking" is a nice touch.
The Rooms: A Deep Dive
The available amenities are numerous. "Air conditioning" (yes!), "Blackout curtains" (bliss!), "Coffee/tea maker" (vital!), "Free bottled water" (appreciated!), "Mini bar" (tempting…), "Non-smoking" (thank goodness!), "Satellite/cable channels" (for those moments). "Slippers." Luxurious! Finally, "Wi-Fi [free]" – the golden ticket.
The Imperfections (Because Nothing’s Perfect)
Okay, let’s be brutally honest. This hotel sounds great. But… and this is a big BUT… they say they have "Pets allowed unavailable." Sigh. Even though I don't have a pet, how disappointing! Okay, one more "but." "Rooms sanitized between stays" is good, but how thoroughly? And does the spa really deliver, or will I be drowning in my own sweat?
The Verdict & The Pitch
Look, I'm guessing, but it seems like they've covered most of the important bases. The question is: How do they execute?
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Glenrothes Getaway: Unbeatable Holiday Inn Express Deals!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly polished travelogue. This is my attempt at wrangling a weekend at the Holiday Inn Express and Suites in Mesquite, Nevada, into something even remotely resembling a plan. Spoiler alert: it's probably going to be a glorious mess.
The Mesquite Meandering: A (Highly Unorganized) Itinerary
(Okay, let's be honest, more of a Suggestion Box…)
Friday: Arrival, Awe, and the Allure of Air Conditioning
4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: The Drive (Or, The Great Nevada Dehydration Test). Landed in Vegas around 3:00 PM… that drive to Mesquite? Torture. Seriously. Endless desert. I swear I saw a coyote give me the stink eye. My water bottle? Empty before we even hit the halfway mark. But hey, at least the car's AC held up. That, my friends, is a victory in these circumstances.
5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Check-In Craziness and Suite-tastic Dreams. Found the Holiday Inn Express. It looked… perfectly fine. You know, one of those hotels. Reception was bleh, not exactly bursting with personality. Lady behind the counter seemed like she had seen it all, maybe a thousand times. But she wasn't mean. Bonus points. Our suite! (Yes, Suite! Living the high life!) I had hoped to relax in a spacious and well organized space (maybe even with a mini-fridge pre-stocked with ice-cold beverages) but oh well, the fridge was empty and I didn't see any ice-cold beverages close by.
6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Unpack and Embrace the Quiet (Or, Attempt to). The suite was decent, if a bit… beige. (The beige. It's everywhere!) I opened the windows for some air, but the desert wind brought in a fine layer of dust. Sigh. Okay, okay, deep breaths. Time to unpack. Found the remote. Excellent. Finding nemo it is.
7:00 PM - 8:00 PM: The Hunt for Dinner. (And, Let's Be Real, a Cold Beverage). The hotel recommended a few places. Too much walking (and I'm lazy and tired). I saw a Taco Bell and my inner-toddler started jumping with joy. I got Taco Bell. It was like a taste of civilization again.
8:00 PM - Bedtime: Soaked in the (surprisingly) good shower. Finally some peace, quiet and maybe a real pillow. I watched TV, and I went to sleep.
Saturday: Gambling, Glitz, and (Potentially) Gut-Wrenching Regret.
7:00 AM - 8:00 AM: Breakfast Bonanza? (Or, The Mystery of the Continental Buffet). Free breakfast! I love free breakfast. The offerings? Standard HIE fare. Waffles (score!), cereal, questionable scrambled eggs, and what seemed to be sausage. I opted for the waffles (with way too much syrup) and a coffee strong enough to strip paint.
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: The Casino Crawl - Part One (The Beginner's Luck Phase). Okay, time to hit the casinos! We started with the CasaBlanca. The lights, the sounds… the smell of money and desperation? It was overwhelming, but also… kinda exciting. I played a few slots, and unbelievably, won a little bit! I felt like queen of the world.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch & Regroup (And try not to spend it all). Found a diner. Had a burger and fries (because, why not?). Reflected on my (brief) casino success. This is the time to start losing, I thought, right?
1:00 PM - 4:00 PM: The Casino Crawl - Part Two (The Downhill Slide). My beginner's luck was… short-lived. I lost some more money. Then, I lost more money. I blamed the slots, the chips, the air conditioning.
4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Poolside Pondering and Self-Reflection (Mostly Pondering). The pool at the hotel was… fine. Clean enough. I sat on the edge of the pool, dipping my toes, and tried to reconcile my gambling losses with my limited budget. The desert sun baked down. I thought about my life choices.
6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner and the Last-Ditch Effort. I didn't want to spend a lot of money. I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu.
7:00 PM - bed time: I have time to gamble one last time.
Sunday: Goodbye, Gamble, and the Long Road Home (With a Side of Existential Dread).
7:00 AM - 8:00 AM: Breakfast (Again! - But this time, with a side of disappointment). Back to the free breakfast. Ate more waffles. Contemplated my life choices.
8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Packing and The Realization. I packed, not really thrilled at leaving, but relieved to have something to look forward to.
9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Check Out and the "See Ya Later" Game. I check out. (Hopefully, it wasn't too much to pay).
10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: The Drive - The Long, Hot, and Reflective Way Home. The long drive home. I thought about all the things I did. It was nice.
Important Notes and Random Ramblings:
- Bring sunscreen. Seriously. The desert sun is no joke. I learned this the hard way.
- Water. Drink all the water.
- Embrace the weird. Las Vegas is weird. Mesquite is… doubly weird. Go with it.
- Budget, People, Budget! Gamble responsibly (or, you know, don't gamble at all. Your bank account will thank you).
- Don't expect luxury. It's a Holiday Inn Express. Comfort, yes. Luxury, no.
- Keep it flexible. Things will go wrong. Roll with the punches.
This is my honest, messy, and hopefully somewhat entertaining attempt at a travel plan. Have fun.
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Okay, first question: What's the deal with... *life*? Seriously. Is there a handbook? Because I seem to have missed the memo.
The “deal with life”? Oh honey, if *I* knew, I’d be selling that knowledge for the price of a small island. There is NO handbook! Trust me, I've looked. I've spent countless hours searching the internet, devouring self-help books, even trying to decipher the cryptic messages in fortune cookies. Nothing. The truth? We’re all just winging it. And it's messy. It's beautiful. It's terrifying. It's mostly figuring things out as you go, and then promptly forgetting everything that was supposedly learned. It’s like trying to assemble IKEA furniture with a blindfold on, while being chased by a caffeinated squirrel. Good luck with that.
What's the single WORST piece of advice you've ever received? C'mon, spill.
Oh, this is easy. "Just relax." Ugh, the sheer *audacity*! Usually delivered when I'm in the throes of a full-blown panic attack. Thanks, Captain Obvious! Seriously, I once had a therapist tell me to "breathe deeply" when I was explaining a situation that left me feeling betrayed and furious… Like, deeply, deeply, DEEPLY furious. My internal reaction? A volcanic eruption followed by the urge to throw something heavy. I mean, if I could just *relax*, don't you think I would?! That's the problem; me being stressed, *is* me not relaxing! It's the ultimate insult, the advice equivalent of offering someone a glass of water while they're drowning. Useless! And frankly, infuriating.
Okay, on the *slightly* lighter side: What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you? (We all have one, right?!)
Oh god. This is a deep dive. There was the time I *thought* I was texting a cute barista flirting message, but I accidentally sent it to my boss instead. Then there was the presentation where I tripped on the way up the stage and scattered my meticulously crafted notes across the crowded auditorium. I am a real life clown. I should probably get a wig. But the mother of all disasters? Definitely the time I, believing I would magically master roller skating (spoiler: I didn't), decided to attempt a graceful glide in front of a throng of onlookers at the beach. I ended up flailing like a newborn giraffe, face-planting directly into the sand. The worst part wasn't the fall (painful, but survivable). It was the way my shorts… ripped. Right. Down. The. Seam. And, of course, it chose that moment to also rain. I scurried off the beach, a soggy, sandy, mortified mess. And the worst part? I probably looked like I was enjoying it. I swear, it's a curse!
How do you deal with people who *really* annoy you? You know, the ones who... ugh.
Ah, the million-dollar question! I used to try the "kill 'em with kindness" approach. It worked in theory, but in reality, it made me want to scream into a pillow. Now? I try to create as much distance as humanly possible. Unless, of course, distance *isn’t* possible. In which case, I’ve developed a collection of passive-aggressive tactics. I now have a secret "annoyance arsenal"! Things like strategically placed eye rolls, excessively cheerful replies (delivered with a slightly too manic tone), and the occasional deliberately obtuse misunderstanding of their point. I’m not proud, mind you, but hey, it keeps me sane. I'm working on it. But at least I'm *trying* to be civil!
What do you do when you're feeling completely overwhelmed? That feeling of everything being too much...
Oh, the overwhelm spiral. I know it well. First, I huddle in the fetal position under a blanket. For approximately five to ten minutes, depending on the severity of the situation, I basically allow myself to cry and wallow. It’s a necessary evil. Then, I force myself to do *something* small. Like, really, really small. Making a cup of tea. Putting on some music that doesn’t remind me of the world ending. Folding a single sock. Baby steps! I then try to break everything down into manageable chunks and start tackling them, one at a time. And if all else fails? Chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. It's a surprisingly effective coping mechanism. Don't judge me.
You know... is there a "meaning of life"? Or is it different at different times?
Oh, boy. The big one, huh? The meaning of life. Ugh. Every time I *think* I've got it figured out, it shifts. Like trying to catch smoke, you know? One day, it’s about chasing ambitions and climbing the corporate ladder or whatever. Another day, it's about finding joy in the smallest things – the way the sun hits the leaves in the spring, the warmth of a purring cat, the way a certain song makes you want to dance. Sometimes, it feels overwhelming to try and figure it out. I think the meaning of life isn't this big, grand universal thing. I think it's about the little moments, the connections, and the stories we tell each other. It's about fighting for what you believe in, even when it's hard. It's about being kind, even when you don't feel like it. And, honestly, it’s probably something you create for yourself, rather than finding ready-made. It's a work in progress, a messy, beautiful tapestry woven with all of our experiences. And isn't that a bit brilliant? It doesn't need to be constant. It doesn't need to be perfect. So... no, I don't have *the* answer. But that's okay.
What's your biggest regret? Come on, give it to me straight.
Regrets... I've got a few. Okay, a lot. But the one that stings the most? Not taking more chances. Not saying "yes" more often. There was this one time... (deep breath)... There was this incredible opportunity to go backpacking through Europe after college. I had my ticket, my itinerary, my entire life planned, and a serious panic attack about the unknown. and chickened out at the very last minute, because, I was terrified of being alone, and the unknown. ItGlobetrotter Hotels
