We spent the day at the pool, under the shade of a pool cabana, with nice, attentive service from a cabana waitress (Leela). Over the course of delivering lots of iced tea for me, Corona Light for Eric, and a barrage of junky stuff for the kids, Leela told us that President Obama stayed here two summers ago when he took his family to the Grand Canyon, and guess what? He stayed in our room--the jumbo suite with five TVs, three bathrooms, a fireplace, a grand piano...
Well, you know what I'm talking about because I posted it already.
We've spent most of day alternating between patting ourselves on the back or marveling over our luck at getting the biggest, most luxurious room in the hotel. And once we got tired of that, we started the game, "Did Obama Do That?"
It's pretty easy: I take a shower and then when I get out someone asks, "Do you think Obama used this shower when he was here?" Or, I make a phone call from our room to the front desk and someone will say, "I wonder if Obama used this phone?" Did Obama sit here? How about the First Lady? What about the girls? Did they sleep in the same bed where Andrew and Adrienne are sleeping?
This morning we found a kitchen behind a door we thought was a closet. That goes to show how big this place is.. And of course, the question came up: "Do you think the Obamas used this refrigerator?" Did they go to restaurants or did they have hotel staff (or secret service?) bring them food?
We've had several discussions about how cool it would be to be the president or a celebrity who has access to this kind of luxury all the time. But ultimately we all conceded that the loss of privacy-- the ability to sit in a pool cabana all day without a care from any other hotel guests about we are doing far outweighs constant access to luxury. And then Andrew noted that the responsibility of war is a huge price to pay for a 3000 square foot hotel suite that you might get anyway, if you're lucky--like us.
Monday, June 13, 2011
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