When Vegas billionaires stage epic contests of one-upsmanship, the real winner is you. For the most splendid erection this city has yet seen, check out the Trump International.
Trump is LV's tallest, most ludicrously appointed resort: 64 stories, with 1,200+ rooms and 50 penthouses, all decked out with gold-infused windows, Brechhia Onecciata marble, Italian crystal chandeliers, bathroom mirrors doubling as HDTVs, and custom beds featuring Trump's proprietary "sleep system" -- a silk/wool/memory foam trifecta that rivals even the Wynn's vaunted beds ("You're tired!"). Dining includes a casual poolside affair featuring neo-Japenese seafood, and the elegant DJT, where the Wagyu will be prepared by Trump's former private chef, then personally pre-masticated for you by Don Junior. Residents and guests alike get access to a 6-floor business center and spa, offering indulgent, screw-the-moderately-rich treatments like gemstone-dust rubdowns using crushed diamonds, rubies, or emeralds -- which would be gritty and uncomfortable if it weren't so expensive.
Guests can also abuse the Trump's 24-hour personal assistants, who'll serve as concierges, personal shoppers, or even office help, if you're in town trying to launch your own one-upping sleep system -- mattresses stuffed with liposuctioned angel fat.