Live from Sin City
Well after reading Kent's and Brad's blogs, I felt compelled to write.
All I can say is that the Travelodge looked like a nice place on the website. Free breakfast, cheap room rates, and a pretty good rating. I guess the one thing that should have tipped me off is that when I would call to check on the reservation, a strange woman would answer the phone and let me know everything was fine. The strange part was that she never asked for any confirmation number or name, so I can only assume now that they have no business and we could have had the entire place to ourselves.
Well my expierence here in Vegas was something a little different when speaking of hotels. Vegas is known for their expensive to dirt cheap motels, and at NAB you don't want to be anywhere close to being in a dirt cheap motel. The Sahara is comfortably in the middle. I mean the Sahara was playground of Elvis afterall. Well when I checked into the Sahara I had know idea what a bargain it would be ($109 a night). I checked into the hotel via this kiosk which assigned your room and gave you your room key. I proceeded to the room to find out that my room key didn't work. Its just one of things that bothers just about everyone I know, partly because you have been traveling all day. After I lugged 2 weeks of luggage back down the elevators and through the casino, I spoke with someone at the desk and he informed that those kiosk seldom work, but promised me the 2 new room keys would work. So with my 100 pounds of luggage I went back through the casino and up the elevator to my room. I could understand being locked out once but twice?!? That red light just kept blinking at me which made my blood pressure increase with every blink. I wanted to rip it off the door. This time I wasn't quite as chipper to speak with anyone at the desk, but I wasn't rude either. I just asked if I could be put into another room because obviously something was wrong. As he was searching, I casually made the statement that he could just upgrade me to another room. Jackpot!!! My first bit of luck in Vegas. He upgraded me to a suite. Little did I know that it would be on the top floor with 15 foot ceilings and an entire wall made out of glass overlooking the entire strip. It is the size of probably 2 rooms put together. Needless to say (Insert Elvis) I Was All Shook Up!!!
So the one thing Vegas teaches us is persistance.
I'm off to check in at the roulette table.
All I can say is that the Travelodge looked like a nice place on the website. Free breakfast, cheap room rates, and a pretty good rating. I guess the one thing that should have tipped me off is that when I would call to check on the reservation, a strange woman would answer the phone and let me know everything was fine. The strange part was that she never asked for any confirmation number or name, so I can only assume now that they have no business and we could have had the entire place to ourselves.
Well my expierence here in Vegas was something a little different when speaking of hotels. Vegas is known for their expensive to dirt cheap motels, and at NAB you don't want to be anywhere close to being in a dirt cheap motel. The Sahara is comfortably in the middle. I mean the Sahara was playground of Elvis afterall. Well when I checked into the Sahara I had know idea what a bargain it would be ($109 a night). I checked into the hotel via this kiosk which assigned your room and gave you your room key. I proceeded to the room to find out that my room key didn't work. Its just one of things that bothers just about everyone I know, partly because you have been traveling all day. After I lugged 2 weeks of luggage back down the elevators and through the casino, I spoke with someone at the desk and he informed that those kiosk seldom work, but promised me the 2 new room keys would work. So with my 100 pounds of luggage I went back through the casino and up the elevator to my room. I could understand being locked out once but twice?!? That red light just kept blinking at me which made my blood pressure increase with every blink. I wanted to rip it off the door. This time I wasn't quite as chipper to speak with anyone at the desk, but I wasn't rude either. I just asked if I could be put into another room because obviously something was wrong. As he was searching, I casually made the statement that he could just upgrade me to another room. Jackpot!!! My first bit of luck in Vegas. He upgraded me to a suite. Little did I know that it would be on the top floor with 15 foot ceilings and an entire wall made out of glass overlooking the entire strip. It is the size of probably 2 rooms put together. Needless to say (Insert Elvis) I Was All Shook Up!!!
So the one thing Vegas teaches us is persistance.
I'm off to check in at the roulette table.
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