First of all, this is the twin of the Standard in downtown LA ... a nightclub hotel. We ran into some issues on check-in and the hotel DID TRY to make up for their errors but it wasn't good enough. They kinda pulled through but as I said, "Not good enough." They COMP us bottle service at the nightclub which was less than par. I know it was about our GFs birhtday but let me tell you what happened. They COMP us VIP Bottle Service upstairs BUT when we asked what kind of music they said R&B. Now! We know what R&B is to us but they had a different version. The barback put our VIP service down and walked away noting that a waitress would be by to tend to us. 20 minutes later someone stopped by and acknowledged our presence then leflt. Well! I was thirsty and it was 12:08am and there was no drink in sight ... in Arizonah ... the desert to me 'Can a sistah get some mood water?! Yessh!" Then as I was reaching for the bottle of Grey Goose trying to open I was rushed by two different men. One guy on my left who was with another party and the waiter that dropped off our drinks. They were joking, and I tell you this, they had jokes! Bombarding me with "Oh! what cha think you doing? Try to open that. Just try!" I thought ... BEING FROM LA mind you where we can have bottle service and pour our own I was like "WHAaaaaaaaat?!" Then I realized what was going on as they were making jokes. Then I thought, "OH! You think! Oooh." I had to get up and walk away cause if them ignorant folks had a mind they would have known if I knew bettah then they would have known I wasn't from ARIZONA! Give me a break!! I wouldn't be reaching for the bottle!" SO! I got ... salty! I had to walk away and go cool off. I returned with a glass of champagne. One of the girls said, "You okay?" I said, "When I get like this, there ain't nothing no one can do for me." So I waited. Waitress who was suppose to be tending to us was flirting with a group of men. So another waitress came and tended to us. We tipped her good. Then the former waitress showed up asking why we were leaving. The other girls had to talk to her cause ... I was salty. Anywho we left there and went onto ... (follow the profile to follow the story) ...