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| - Another stylish and swanky hotel in Scottsdale. Easy to find, you have to valet your car. Bye, bye independence. Hello $20 tip.
The lobby is beyond prestige. You walk in and instantly feel 20 points hipper. Too bad nobody you know is there to see you.
The rooms are lovely and modern with the best smelling shampoo and soap - ever.
You think you hit the jackpot. Only, after dinner (we ate at the nearby Trader Vic's - yum!) and too-many-drinks, you stumble back to your room to pass out. Only there's a party next door that intends to keep you awake the entire night.
So, you step outside on the patio and listen to their conversation. You are only slightly amused, although you are ever-so reminded that you are beat and in dire need of Z's. Too bad Party Boy and his Peeps have no shame in keeping you awake with them.
Exhausted, you finally fade into slumber around dawn. The bed is comfy; you don't want to leave it. But, alas, you must due to an evil thing called Check Out. On your way, you grab the sweet smellin' shower goods. Damnit, you should grab the TV and coffee maker, too. It's the least the hotel owes you for putting you next to the loudest hotel guests ever.
Oh well. Life goes on, and you never have to go back. That, my friend, is called independence.
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