This year, since I was turning 40, I decided I should spend the month of September celebrating. So, I rounded up seven of my girlfriends and we headed to the JW Marriot in Palm Dessert. It is kind of like mini Las Vegas for bachelor and bachelorette parties, but without the gambling, really posh clubs, and the fantastic shows (alright, so it isn’t like Vegas at all). I just wanted a cocktail and little sun by the pool, read my books and hang out with the girls. Be careful what you wish for.
The trip started out great.
Five of us met at my house and we crammed all of our luggage and crap in the back of my Tahoe. A little side note on the Tahoe, I bought it when I was single (10 years ago) to haul my girfriends around (not thinking about future kid hauling) and I still love that I can cram 8 girls into it (including luggage and shoes!). We picked up Karen on the way and we were off (Cortney was flying in from Texas and she met us there).
On the way we stopped at Carl’s Jr. for lunch (only the healthiest of fast food for these girls!). When we go to sit down and eat I notice that Naomi has a giant Jack in the Box cup she is drinking out of. I was cracking up. Did she really bring her Jack cup to Carl’s and fill it up? I had to call her out on that one. She swore she paid for the drink but she likes her Jack cup. She said, “Why waste a cup?” Uh huh, sure. She kills me (I love that girl).
We got to the hotel and we were going to be cheap, so we tried to take off with a luggage dolly. Come on, there are 7 of us, we are capable of maneuvering the luggage dolly. I guess not because they sent over this bellman (his name was Tim just in case you ever go there) and he turned into the annoying bellman who wouldn’t go away!
We checked in with Benjamin at the front desk and Cortney met us in the lobby. It was so great to see her because she moved to Texas a year ago and we all miss her like crazy. After our little reunion, we were on our way to our rooms (we had two adjoining rooms with two queen beds in each). Our bellman, Tim, ran his mouth the whole way there and when we got to our room he wouldn’t leave! He was saying things like, “What happens in Palm Springs stays in Palm Springs (I told you mini Las Vegas)” and “Ladies, I won’t tell your husbands”. Then he asked if he could bring us some ice and we made the mistake of saying yes. Then he came back and we shooed him out.
Cortney’s husband Josh (who is so sweet and thoughtful) asked her to call him when she was settled in the room because he had a little surprise for us. The next thing you know here comes the room service cart with 2 plates of HUGE chocolate dipped strawberries and 2 bottles of Dom Perignon! Talk about sweet, we felt like royalty. Just as we started the festivities the jack hammering started. Apparently, they were remodeling our wing of the hotel and it was LOUD. We thought maybe it would just be for a few minutes and then stop but it went on for about 30 minutes. Talk about putting a damper on our Dom! This was rediculous. We had to yell just to hear each other. We went out on the balcony to see if we could see what was going on and we were greeted with a cloud of dust. I looked down and saw I was standing in quite a bit of dust (I wrote Michelle was here) and caught the attnetion of a construction worker who waved up to me. Yep, this was not good.
Naomi called the front desk to see how long they planned on making noise and was put on hold and then sent to hotel phone la la land. When someone finally came to the phone we asked to switch rooms and asked them to send a bellman (we specifically asked for someone other than annoying Tom) to help us move our stuff. Naomi was still on the phone trying to talk to a manager (no one seemed to know where Justin, or maybe it was Travis, the manager went) when Phillip (the new, nice bellman) got there. He was super nice and not annoying (he also did a great impression of Tim the annoying bellman) and he trucked all our stuff back down to the lobby. While on the way down he told us that he couldn’t believe they put us in that wing because no one else was booked there and they were not to put guests where the construction was going on. Whoops!
This is where it got good. Benjamin (remember him? The one who put us in the closed wing of the hotel.) quickly got on the computer to find us a new room. I firmly expressed (Brad says I can get “volatile” so I tried to firm but sweet) that we were not happy. One of our husbands had spent a small fortune on Dom so we could have a fun time. Now our fun was ruined by noise and packing up our stuff and that we should be in a suite drinking our Dom instead of the lobby sitting on our suitcases (did you hear my say suite). I then told him the presidential suite would be fine. He straight face told me that the presidential suite only had one bed and that he was moving us to a suite that had 3 bedrooms so that we would have enough beds for all of us. Wow, sweet!
So now we were back in the elevator headed toward our new room (which is now a suite) and we have the nice bellman, Phillip, with us. Phillip is on his best behavior because he knows we were so irritated with the last bellman. He opens the door to our beautiful suite, unloads the goods and is gone. We rolled in our room service cart with our Dom Perignon and our strawberries (yes, we had been rolling the whole cart with us everywhere) and decided we were very happy with our new accommodations. Benjamin had hooked us up three bedrooms. One with with 2 queen beds and a bathroom, one bedroom with a king size bed and a bathroom, another bedroom with a king size bed and a couch (all with flat screen TV’s). We also had a huge living room with a giant flat screen, a dining room and 2 balconies (we later found out the suite was $1500 a night but we only paid the price of one of our old rooms we left behind). So, I guess they made up for our little inconvenience. Now we are spoiled and will want a suite next year when we go back.
We packed enough snacks for a week not a weekend.
Here is our dining area/mess.
We lounged in our room for a while and then decided to go down to the lobby bar/restaurant for dinner. All 8 of us sat at the table and the right half ordered salads, tacos and whatever and the left side, we all ordered sushi. Oh boy, here we go again. So, Naomi and I always order 2 rolls and split them. I think we ordered a dragon roll and a crunchy roll (I don’t know, it was something like that). I had about 4 bites and we are all talking and having fun when Naomi starts gagging and coughing. I look over as she is pulling a 6’x 1/4″ piece of saran wrap out of her mouth. Eeeeew! Gross. She said it was like when you were a little kid and you ate a piece of spaghetti and you swallow it half way and then you pull it back out. She could feel something not right going down her throat. She started to cough and gag and then she pulled it out. We completely lost our appetite after that.
The waiter came over and took the food away and said he would replace it. We looked at each other and both of us shook our heads. We both knew we could not eat any more. So we sat there talking about what just happened and you know what? No one came over to check on us. Naomi got up and walked over to the sushi bar and told the chef we didn’t want a replacement. We must have sat there another 10 minutes talking when the manager came over. She said she was sorry and said she was sending over a round of waters for all of us! Really? Waters? OK, that was nice but how about a free sushi roll or a cocktail or something? We were in shock over this.
The next thing you know a security guard came to our table. He wasn’t dressed in your typical security guard uniform but he had a name plate on that said security pinned on his polo shirt. He asked Naomi if she needed medical attention (she did almost swallow plastic wrap) and she told him,”no, I am fine”. He then began to ask her for her name and address. She was not having this and came back with, “am I under investigation or something?” He told her no, but that he needed to document the situation (as I was saying under my breath he needed to give comp our bill or something). I think they were just trying to cover their butts in case she ended up in the ER with her intestines tied up in saran wrap!
The waiter came over and apologized and Naomi ordered a shot (she needed to calm down after the little incident). Then Naomi got smart and said that her shot should be on the house for the trouble and the waiter agreed. He then told us if it was up to him he would comp our whole bill (ya, that didn’t happen). Naomi got her complimentary shot and we spent the rest of the night laughing and drinking and reliving the whole situation.
Here is a photo of all of us. It isn’t very high quality (all of our eyes are zombie white!) but you get the picture!
The rest of the weekend was pretty hilarious but that is a story for another day.
Another day in my life.