The people at the front desk couldn't have been nicer. They practically threw themselves at my feet in shame when they had to tell me that instead of a king-sized bed, I would have to settle for doubles. As I'm far from king-sized, and traveling alone, I didn't really care.
After staggering down a couple (?) three (?) four (?) hallways I found a couple of complimentary cookies and a pint of milk on ice awaiting me in my room. Awwww. isn't that nice? My room had a pair of faux windows. Here's one. It was over my bed.
I thought the light-proof curtains might just be decorative - but they opened onto a communal patio. Not the quietest, as it is right on top of Olympic avenue. On the plus side, the noise proof sliding door was, indeed, noise proof.
After a sum total of seven hours, I left my room,
Turned left,
Turned left again,
Turned right,
Passed some art work that reminded me I was in California,
Walked down a flight of stairs by a wall of windows,
and left for a meeting. Frankly, I was so discombobulated by travel that this whole stay could've been an hallucination.
Very romantic and luxe and jet-setty, no?
Please note. Free internet. Had to plug in an ethernet cord, but so what.
