An hour and a half ago I checked into the Beverly Hilton, and I never want to leave. I have stayed at a lot of nice hotels before, and, at least based on the room itself, this is my favorite ever. It is beautiful. It is elegant, but modern. It is relaxing, with every possible amenity. If I ever build a dream home, it will have this bathroom. Like, I'm going to take pictures so that I can remember how to recreate it. The bed is just a nice, big, plush bed. The dresser is classy, and not a typical hotel dresser, but really, it's just a dresser. The desk is modern, with a comfortable and stylish chair, and it is set up so that it comes out from the wall at an angle from the tv. The big, beautiful, flat screen tv. Everything is glass and shiny, but with enough warm tones and dark wood that is feels so warm and inviting. There is a giant balcony with chairs and a table and these fancy sliding doors. The bathroom is definitely the best part though. There is a giant bathtub, three separately functioning lights, and all sorts of extras...like a little flat screen tv. The best part is the sliding door. It feels like some kind of cabana or something. I can't explain what makes it so awesome, but it is. So awesome, that I took a bath.
When I got to the hotel, I was a little bit sweaty. Because I felt the need to walk 4 miles pulling my suitcase and wearing my backpack with my laptop and all sorts of other stuff in it. And I was wearing a jacket, because it felt cool when I left my cousin's apartment. That is a really long way to pull a suitcase. My hand started to get raw right around Rodeo Drive. Yes, I know it was stupid to walk that far, but I thought I would just take a taxi. However, it felt silly to call a taxi and just sit around and wait for it, so I figured I would walk over to Wilshire Boulevard and just hail a taxi heading towards the hotel. Well, apparently since no one walks in LA, no one hails taxis either. I've been taking the bus the last few days, so I knew which bus to take, but I didn't have the right change, plus I was being stubborn about either tracking down a taxi or walking. So, an hour later, I showed up at the Beverly Hilton, sweaty and tired. The guy at the registration desk laughed at me when I told him, but in a friendly way. So, when I got to my room, I stripped out of my sweaty clothes, and decided to take a bath in the beautiful bathroom. It has probably been at least a year since I took a bath, so this felt very indulgent.
I took the perfect bath. I filled the giant bathtub with the hottest water I could stand (I'm a wuss about temperature), and poured in a little of the hotel bath gel, since that was the closest thing to bubble bath. I turned Friends on, and it was the episode with Charlie Sheen and the chicken pox. I checked out the minibar and decided I could pay the exorbitant prices for a can of Heineken and some gummi bears, and grabbed the Best New Restaurants edition of Los Angeles magazine. Finally, I hung the hotel bathrobe (not as nice as the Westin robes) by the tub, slid the bathroom door shut, and and slid into my bath where I relaxed for a full hour. I think this was the first bath of my life where I didn't get impatient to get out and was able to just enjoy it.
Next up, I am heading downstairs to check out one of the hotel restaurants. The bar tonight is 7 miles from the hotel, so if I get stuck walking again, I'll need my energy!