So I set off to spend two nights at the Plaza in June (nope, still can't pull that off) with my wife. Now you need to understand that while Lori and I have stayed in some very nice hotels, the Plaza is way above what we're used to. Five star service at a beach resort is very different than five star service in New York. When we arrived at the Plaza and got out of our taxi, our bags were already out of the trunk, on a cart, and being wheeled in to the hotel before we could even pay the driver. That should have been the first sign that we were a little out of our league at this hotel. The second should have been when our credit card was rejected at check-in.
Moments ago I envisioned myself as some sort of Rockefeller, peeling off a wad of bills to save face by implying that I only paid cash for the small things. Now, I'm pretty sure that I had a complete "deer in the headlights" look as I tried to figure out how I was going to produce roughly double the amount of cash that I had on me. I told the person helping us that I would have to run to an ATM and I would be right back. The nearest machine was just across the street beside the subway station, and fortunately it was the middle of the day, as there's nothing quite as comforting as maxing out your daily withdrawal limit from a bank machine on the streets of New York city. Of course I found out later that I was actually standing on 5th Avenue, and if I'd just turned around and held out a hat I probably could have raised the $800 in the first 10 minutes.
|The room keys...finally.|
If only I was done embarrassing myself at the Plaza....
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