It's not even been a month, yet I am now a full-fledged business traveler. How do I know? Because Marriott is there to tell me. When checking in I was dispatched up to the 13th floor, which is part of the elusive Concierge Club. There may not be any streets paved with gold or naked virgins up in these lofty heights, but it is still the Promised Land. For example, the water in the mini bar is free. Free! I also somehow now require 2 televisions, just in case I miss my non-existent Tivo and need to switch back and forth. The free buffet breakfast is nice as well, although I kind of sighed upon hearing it because it's paid for through work anyway. "You mean I can eat all I want and you'll pay for it instead of my company?!" doesn't really excite me. Free beer, on the other hand, and you have yourself a deal. I believe that to get my complimentary ales I need to surpass the Concierge Club and move onto Drunken Old Boy Business Traveler Who Flirts with Flight Attendants and Cocktail Waitresses Club. They have that, you know. For now I'll just have to content myself with the separate living room I receive. I could get used to this. Oh, by the way, I'm in Atlanta. The hotels here are wonderful.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
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