know what this place is, it's a hotel within a hotel if you will. The place almost has mythical status in Vegas as the place where the highest of the high rollers stay. There is a full time security guard who stands at the front door and you dont get in unless you are with someone staying there. It consists of 29 rooms, the smallest being the size of an average sized home. The places are finished out immaculately in a Tuscan style. It just so happened that Angela's prospective employer happened to be in Vegas the same weekend we were. His recruitment consisted of entertaining us Friday night at his Mansion Villa with a fully stocked top-shelf bar and fine cigars that Chris and I smoked on his terrace overlooking the private Mansion Gardens. The place has private pools, bars, and dining rooms and everything is complimentary. Butlers accompany you all the time and are only a phone call away. The place was seriously cool. I had to keep my composure and play it smooth, but I secretly wanted to run around like a little hoodlum getting drunk and playing with everything.
Ang and I at the Airport
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