A dream come true and a nightmare all rolled into one

I haven't exactly come to terms with my feelings about my master bathroom.  It's equally mortifying and awesome.  Kind of like a Vegas hotel room that you got for cheap on Expedia.  

 I'm pretty sure I don't have to tell you to notice the rounded vanity - how could you not.

And want to know a secret:  Not one of those drawers actually opens and there is no electrical outlet.  Form over function was apparently the theme of this design.  And by form, I don't necessarily mean good form.  

This is the most humbling bathroom I have ever been in.  At any given moment you can see yourself from 15 different angles.  Showers are quick, that's all I'm sayin'.

 

I'm honestly a little disappointed that the bathtub isn't in the shape of a giant champagne glass.  However, the carpeted stair almost makes up for it.

 I can't complain about the storage in the obnoxious room.  Behind every giant mirror there is a giant closet.  It's a give and take situation.

 This is mine...all mine:

Ya know, this bathroom has helped me to channel my inner Hugh Hefner and just live it up.  

 I think I'll take a bubble bath, put on my full-length velour robe and pour myself some brandy.