New Year’s resolutions: when it comes to Vegas, the general feeling toward them is... no. So in 2014, you’re going in the complete opposite direction. You’re going with anti-resolutions. And these are them. Be bold. Be indulgent. Be trouble.
As opposed to his traditional health-food approach to your meals (2014 will be a sarcastic year), you’re going to do 16 courses of Robuchon’s classic degustation menu featuring foie gras, caviar, emulsions, cheeses, ribeyes and confits. And then you’re going to a cardiologist.
At Skylofts, they’ve got a dream butler. This person’s sole task is providing you with any of your choice of 15 different pillows from their pillow menu. There’s one with a base of water, and a buckwheat number called the Makura Miracle Professional. It’s time to turn pro in sleep.
In ’14, your body is a temple. Learn that. Repeat it. Believe it. And submit to the will of Escape at Wynn Spa. It uses a 100-minute, six-part process of deep-tissue massages and covering you with mushrooms and berry serums to (somehow) heal you. Once a day, every day, should do it.
Three cognacs stand out at Restaurant Guy Savoy’s cognac lounge—the rare ones. The Martell L’Or de Jean Martell, the Louis XIII and the Hardy Perfection. A pour of any one would be like swallowing pure gold (without the health complications). Naturally, then, you’ll do all three.
Imagine being in your hotel room with an, um, eager physical collaborator. You find yourself desiring a vibrating pleasure-delivery aid to enhance the evening. Leaving the room’s not an option. The move: sex-toy room service from Love Jones. Crisis averted.
