... so that my girlfriend and I could stay there for a few days to vacation at Hershey Park ...
Were you dating Ann from the US? (nah, I won't go there...)
Good stories!
I have a story that is kind of the opposite: what can happen when you put some hard-core oilfield trash into a nice hotel.
The oil field company I used to work for was a fortune 500 company and would put its employees up in very fine hotels, when need be. One time I was on an offshore job in California, and when we were finished, my staff had all gone without documented sleep for far too long to legally drive our truck back to our shop, which was maybe 2 hours away.
So we checked into the Hilton (or Marriot?) and headed into town for the strip clubs.
Being young and impressionable, I went along with it, so the guys could have some fun. We hit some pretty seedy places, too, including a Vietnamese "buy me drinkie" bar where you could cleary see several patrons getting ******** at their booths. This was an eye opener for me, at that age.
We ended the evening at a "lingerie billiards" club, well past closing. I had gotten fed up and begun insisting that we return to the hotel. My staff were beginning to get belligerent, so I just told them that I was leaving, and walked out and got in my (company) car.
As soon as I sat down, a pregnant crack whore (I'm not joking - she must have been 7-8 months) came up and knocked on my window. I rolled it down a half inch, and started trying to say "no thank you", when all of a sudden my crew comes stumbling out of the bar. They asked me to unlock the doors for them and the next thing I know, they've got the pregnant crack whore sandwiched between them in the back seat.
This sets off a big argument, with me insisting there is no way she's going anywhere in my company car, and my crew insisting they just want to "give her a ride". Seeing that I had no options at this point (I couldn't walk, this was particularly seedy and dangerous part of Long Beach), I drove off and asked them where to take her.
Well, to cut this a little short, they directed me back to the Hilton, and seeing that I had been "tricked", I got all pissed off and ordered them all out about a half block away. By the time I got the car parked and walked into the lobby, they were all there, too. Walking into the elevator with the pregnant crack whore. And me. In front of a growing contingent of security guards, who had begun to gather to see what was up.
I ended up in the elevator with them (it seemed like a worse idea to wait for another one, at the time). They all got off on the same floor, with the pregnant crack whore. I continued on, alone, to my room, supremely embarassed and generally disgusted with my fellow Fortune 500 employees. :blink: