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All of these on this page are from Bellagio
NOTE! I did not take this picture. (that should be obvious considering how nice it is.) It's a professional pic taken from the official Bellagio website!
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No doubt about it, Bellagio is a world class hotel/casino. Steve Wynn took his wife to Bellagio, Italy on Lake Como for their honeymoon.
Bellagio, Italy is widely regarded as one of the most beautiful and romantic places in the entire world, and Wynn built the place in Vegas to try and capture the beauty. And he did a damn good job.
With the lake and fountains outside and the stunning conservatory, gardens, pool, and finely crafted and detailed mosaic floors and glass ceilings, the place is simply breathtaking.
Pictures honestly don't do it justice, but it's the best I can do for you. But if you can, take a trip to Vegas and visit it yourself. You won't be disappointed.
Steve Wynn no longer owns or operates the Bellagio. It's now a part of the massive MGM conglomerate which includes Bellagio, Mirage, Treasure Island, and MGM Grand among others and which is owned by Kirk Kerkorian.
The facilities are still stunning, but the service isn't nearly as good. (You can never beat Caesars if you want to be treated well.) Currently, Steve Wynn is building a new joint, The Wynn Resort. He promises that it will eclipse Bellagio.
One thing's for sure in Vegas -- Never bet against Steve Wynn.
| This is from Christmas-New Year 2003-2004. This is the indoor conservatory where they change the plantings to match the season. This is their Christmas tree.
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| And this is also a pic of the conservatory at that time. There was also a giant topiary of a train and some reindeer, but those pictures (shockingly!) didn't turn out at all.
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| This is from March 2004, also in the conservatory. Those are giant topiary swans, and off to the right is an exotic butterfly cage.
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| These are pictures from the pool area, which is just incredibly pretty and cool. It's landscaped with olive and cyprus trees. There are six pools, several hot tubs, and many fountains.
Here's one pool with a fountain in it.
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| This is a view from the terrace overlooking one of the pools. |
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| This is me in one of the large, tiled pools. The best part about hanging out at the Bellagio, specifically the pool area, is the music they play. Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Andrea Bocelli. It's a nice break from the top 40 trash everywhere else.
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| This is a view from the center garden walkway overlooking one of the pools. It was 98 degrees so I didn't care how fat my ass was (considerably so), I wasn't about to put on clothes.
Also, you're probably noticing my very large boobs. They are not extraordinary by Vegas standards. However, mine are real, so that makes them fairly unique for the environment.
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And this right here is how my fat ass got so fat. These are just a couple of fabulous pastries and desserts from Palio, which is a charming little cafe in Bellagio.
Updates from March 2007
Well, I went out for March Madness, and Caesars Palace was booked for a few of the days, so I had to stay at Bellagio. It's become a really trendy place for the young, wannabe Paris Hiltons. It's still sort of pretty there. Everyone's nice, it's very romantic, but I wanted
to shoot myself in the fucking head. I took a few pictures because I did have a nice view from my room, though. And, since I was unhappy, I couldn't really catch a buzz and have a good time. Therefore, I took some decent pictures, so here they are.
The next day, I did a walk-through of the conservatory, and here's how it was decorated:
And then I got the hell out of there, because I couldn't stand it anymore. I went over to Caesars to gamble and drink and one of the dealers asked me where I'd been and I said, "Bellagio."
And he said, "Oh, that's nice."
I said, "Yeah. It's very pretty. Everyone's nice. I want to shoot myself in the head."
He was like, "You want to be over here?"
And I said, "Yes."
And he said, "Come on over here, then."
And I said, "You're booked."
And he said, "Shit. If we don't have a room for you, we don't have a room for anyone." That sounds crazy, but considering that this is my arm, it's really not so crazy:
So he called someone else over, and that someone called someone else, and then I had a room at Caesars. And all was right with the world again. I didn't take pictures over there, because I was happy once again. Which means I was drunk. Which means I tried to take some pictures but they're a hot mess.
Page 1 -- Sundry
Page 3 -- Caesars Palace
Page 4 -- Mirage and Flamingo
Page 5 -- Wynn
Much BETTER pics of Vegas are available at UrbanPhotos.net
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