I knew this hotel would be noisy, being in the heart of the strip, but what I was not prepared for was the round the clock auditory assault on my mortal senses.
The whole place is designed with such terrible acoustics that a gentle closing of a door sounds like a sack of cement dropped 50ft from a loading crane. Anyone walking down the corridor will sound like Godzilla stomping around inside a cathedral. Even the dropping of coins on the floor (an oddly frequent event in the room next to me) is so nerve jarringly loud I was awoken constantly thinking Scrooge McDuck had broken into my room.
The rhythmic pounding of deep house music from the local bars subsides at around 05:30, and after the bellowing of football chants and indecipherable nonsense at around 06:00, you get a blissful 2 hours of sleep before the cleaning lady commences her rounds.
Now as a former cleaner, I can tell you that if you don't need to use a vacuum, the task can be completed in near silence. Such facts are unknown to the lady here who is apparently a disciple of Cakophanus - the greek God of making an unholy racket.
Now, I only fixate on the noise because I, like you, am human, and do need to sleep at least once in a week. Taking the noise issue aside the hotel is handy for the pool parties and is excellent value for money in the high season. Sadly its hard appreciate these things in the depths of insomnia.
Whoever wrote "no rest for the wicked" might have been staying at Oasis Studios.