ENCORE, ENCORE

"Bravo, Bravo, Encore, Encore," is what I was yelling on New Year's Eve in Las Vegas, Number 44 on my Bucket List.

The Encore is the new wing of the Wynn Collection, which is so nice, they did it twice, only better the second time around. Too chic for a Sheik, this resort hotel has all the amenities a girl could ask for, and an ambiance of luxury befitting a Sultan. All the rooms are suites, but of course -- just like men -- some are larger than others.

There are several upscale restaurants, but I'll give an overview of only a select few. Switch is a French steakhouse; Wazuzu, as you might guess, is pan-Asian, and then there is Sinatra. No rats pack this restaurant! It is classic Italian cuisine, and the black & white photos of Sammy Davis, Jr, and Ol' Blue Eyes peppering the walls give it a real nostalgic flavor. Whatever you do, though, you must eat at Botero. It is, as the hip-hop generation would say, on and crackin'. The tables weave in and out of the restaurant and the most fabulous pool area on the strip.

Another must see is the spa (pictured), and that's just the lounge area. I don't know what massage institute the Wynn Collection draws their masseuses from, but I've never had a bad massage there. They are impeccably well-trained, knowledgeable, friendly, and discreet. They will not tell your husband how much you've spent.

Also on my Bucket List is New Year's Eve in Times Square. Sarge says there's too much crime there, but let me work on that. Maybe he'll be the one yelling, "encore."