So on Sunday night I arrived in Orlando with my cat hair-covered backpack and checked in here:
Just me and a room full of pillows. So. Many. Freaking. Pillows.
Don’t worry—I haven’t abandoned my commitment to authentic budget travel. I just happen to be in Orlando for a conference and this is the hotel where it’s all going down. In the interest of discretion, I don’t want to mention the name of the hotel (cough, Ritz-Carlton), but let’s just say it’s a hotel for rich people who enjoy the comfort of a lot of throw pillows.
And origami toilet paper. Nothing says luxury like origami toilet paper.
And a scale?! The last thing I want at a conference with unlimited buffets is a scale.
Now I bet what you really want to know about is the free toiletries.
This place is loaded with swag. I am taking all of it. I have big plans for those pre-wrapped q-tips.
As I was writing this a woman knocked on my door and she said “Turn-down service” and I said “What’s that?” and she gave me bottles of water and then went away. People, help me out. What is turn-down service? Was I suppose to tip that lady?
When your bathrobe doubles as a straightjacket….
Wait, don’t rich people make other people polish their shoes for them?
View from my balcony. Artificial lakes. Artificial river. Several places to buy an $8 coke.
How I got to Orlando: flight from Chicago.
Where I slept: The Ritz-Carlton. Price: my job is paying. Recommended: the conference is great, otherwise recommended if you have a throw pillow fetish and enjoy artificial lakes next to a highway.