Twelfth Floor - Nudies

I would probably give the Imperial Palace in Vegas two itty bitty stars, and one of those would be for the pool area, which looked pretty cool, the other for the room balcony over-looking the pool area. Don't misunderstand. I didn't swim. It was too chilly. But it looked inviting and tropical-resortish with waterfalls and tiki bars. And I know of no other hotels in Vegas that have actual balconies you can go out and stand on. But the rooms were basic, no frills, very much like a Days Inn. And I have to say, it's the only place I've ever stayed where I stepped off the elevator (onto the wrong floor, no less) and encountered a big ol' naked man standing in the hallway, holding a bucket of ice, knocking frantically and wishing to God he had been nicer to the little woman so she would open the damned door. I wonder...did she convince him to go to the ice machine naked or did he just not realize until it was too late that he was clothes-less? Either way, me and the Pillsbury Doughboy unfortunately made eye contact the second I stepped off the elevator, so I quickly swung back around, pushed the button and prayed for redemption. It seemed like an eternity before another elevator stopped, during which time I could hear him knocking and begging, but- and you can take this to the bank - I never so much as glanced back in that direction. It weren't pretty.