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I had huge deals done in Manhattan as I bounced between New York and LA. In NY I had a few less than stellar stays at the Waldorf...
Just attended a funeral today in New York. I stayed in this hotel, the Waldorf Astoria for a week in '93. I had dinner with friends. Drank too much wine and returned to the hotel. Went down to the lobby bar and had three or six vodka martini's. Exhausted, I hobble back up to my room. I had to pee so BAD. Strip off my suit and tie down to underwear.
Well the front door and bathroom door looked exactly alike. The drunk me heads out the front door and it locks behind me. In a panic, I look for a service phone. I couldn't find one, so off into the hallway I go. About 20 minutes later I find a phone and call the concierge. I could NOT remember my room number. I did NOT indicate my state of dress. He told me to wait by elevator bank C.
It did take me a while to find bank C. I'm sitting in a Queen Anne chair by the elevator. As fate would have it, I hear the ding of the elevator and I got excited. It was not service, but about ten people in black tie returning to their rooms. I said hello. The comments were offensive. Ten minutes later, the service guy shows up. Giggling he let's me in my room...AWFUL.
BTW, I did pee in a planter...
I ONLY tell this story to close friends. Of course, my buddy used the post memorial lunch to share this with everyone. So why not share with you !
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Just attended a funeral today in New York. I stayed in this hotel, the Waldorf Astoria for a week in '93. I had dinner with friends. Drank too much wine and returned to the hotel. Went down to the lobby bar and had three or six vodka martini's. Exhausted, I hobble back up to my room. I had to pee so BAD. Strip off my suit and tie down to underwear.
Well the front door and bathroom door looked exactly alike. The drunk me heads out the front door and it locks behind me. In a panic, I look for a service phone. I couldn't find one, so off into the hallway I go. About 20 minutes later I find a phone and call the concierge. I could NOT remember my room number. I did NOT indicate my state of dress. He told me to wait by elevator bank C.
It did take me a while to find bank C. I'm sitting in a Queen Anne chair by the elevator. As fate would have it, I hear the ding of the elevator and I got excited. It was not service, but about ten people in black tie returning to their rooms. I said hello. The comments were offensive. Ten minutes later, the service guy shows up. Giggling he let's me in my room...AWFUL.
BTW, I did pee in a planter...
I ONLY tell this story to close friends. Of course, my buddy used the post memorial lunch to share this with everyone. So why not share with you !
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