Hotel bloggin'
I am lying in bed in my hotel, hair freshly done, waiting for room service, having just finished watching a pay per view movie. It's not even 6pm yet. What do I do with all this free time? I simply don't remember.
It's not utopia, but it's not too shabby either. You would think that for $239/night (the cheapest rate; but I felt I could splurge since $150 of it is going on a gift card I got from work) there'd be a hairdryer in the bathroom and a bathrobe hanging on the door (not to take home, of course). However neither was to be found. Not to be derailed from my mission of hanging out in my room all afternoon in a bathrobe, I walked down the street to the nearby department store and bought myself a robe. I needed a new one anyway.
The sparkling water and wine did not get delivered as promised either.
The hair appt was only so-so. Colourist was great and I like what she did but the cut is blah and the stylist didn't utter more than 8 words ("what are we doing today" and "thank you Heather") the entire time. I did not tip her. The manager came out to ask why I was not happy with the service and gave me a card for a free cut and style as well as a list of alternative stylists she recommended. Hey... Maybe if I complain about the lack of hairdryer, robe, sparkling water, and wine, the hotel will give me a free night and I can do this again in a month :-)
All said and done, it's the piece and solitude I was really after. And a good night's sleep. So not really complaining. I'm pretty relaxed :-)
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