It was a quickie – just two nights!
I arrived by cab in the midst of a conference call. The valet whisked my bag inside and pointed me toward an open couch. When it was clear that my call wasn’t ending, the Concierge motioned to my purse. I gave him my license and corporate card. He checked me in and delivered my bag to my room.
My room decor, including this tarot card-inspired mural looming over my bed, was typical W. Which is to say atypical. It worked for me–although the mural may have given me some weird dreams. Who knows!
A business partner sent me sparkling wine. Next time I complain about biz travel, please smack me.