Over time, I've developed some negative guidelines for revolving rooftop resturants....

A. The drinks always cost more.

B. The food seems to usually cost more, and rarely has the quality matched the price, while occasionally revolving degenerated to revolting.

C. There seems to be a general tendency toward the dispaly on ineptitude by the staff of such joints. For want of better cause, I'll ascribe it dizziness caused by extended periods in orbit.

D. Upon departure, I'm always unsure how to get to the elevator, but terribly glad when I find it, and comforted by the knowledge that terra firma is but a short descent away.

Given the current excesses of chic-dom and pop culture displayed by the current crop of developers in Las Vegas, I'm surprised we've not been treated to a revolving hotel, making finding my room after a few Martinis, a bottle of Cabernet and a brandy even more difficult. Once every 24 hours is more than adequate revolution for me.