Casino Morongo: Sprawling alongside the 10 freeway, the Morongo's a monument to Vegas carousing (and, judging by the decor, UCLA), with a remodeled casino and poker room and, for mojito-tipping, a pool with a white sand beach, private cabanas, and a lazy river, plus a thumping nightclub. Bonus: every Friday, LA's Metal Skool plays a brain-rattling show, complete with sand-blasted, leather-and-fishnet-clad groupies. Just remember: In the desert, no one can hear you scream.
Mammoth: It's not just for skiing (think mountain biking, or in your case, mountain-watching), and it's got a new spot for imbibing: Whitebark, a high-end lounge and resto nestled by the gondola and themed after "our country's national parks" (river rocks, humongous bar carved from 200-year-old walnut tree). Grub highlights include venison osso bucco, quail empanadas, and a monster salad bar loaded with unhealthy toppings like pecorino and crispy prosciutto (like Bacos that ride a moped and still live with their mother).
Hacienda San Angel: A casually opulent private getaway just three minutes from Puerto Vallarta's raucous strip, with 14 regal suites, plus amenities like fountain'd pools, in-room massages, and a spacious patio on which to sip drinks and grub on fare like herb-encrusted rack of lamb or celestial seafood pasta -- loaded with shrimp, octopus, and scallops, it's a tribute to the ocean's rich pageant of killable deliciousness.