kurtisnelson wrote:I really wish I had been in town when Bru was, Wallaby pointed out her hotel room at the GF overlooking the monorail yesterday.
Kurt, that's very kind of you to say- I'm sorry I missed meeting you too. Wazz, we WILL meet one day, I know it.
Now, about that room...*nervous laugh*
...the cat is out! *tosses bag aside* LOL
I wasn't going to post about that room publicly cause I didn't know what people would say but but hell, I think we all need to have some happy thoughts around here.
I did not go down for the vigil planning to stay in that room- it just happened. I still can't believe it happened.
I'm hijacking our thread here for a moment. I asked March if I should start a new one but he said no, go ahead and put it here since here is where it came up.
First, all I can say is this. not all Fairy Godparents are elderly, gray haired women with magic wands. (though if they were his grandmother would definitely qualify for her Union card. You're right, she is one) Some are gentlemen in black blazers with pens and paper and telephones who give amazing, generous and magical surprises to unsuspecting, pink-shoe-wearing-crutch-toting-mostly-blind chicks like me.
As I posted previously, I made it my aim to spend the entire day of Austin's vigil (one month ago tomorrow, I can't believe it) going around and thanking CMs. Since my vision and my ability to walk are both so limited I did this making the rounds of the monorail hotels.
When I got to the Grand, as with everywhere I went on my little mission it seemed all the guests just vanished and I was left with front desks full of CMs to tell my story to- how up until just days before I'd had to be led everywhere for the past year but now, how with just a bit of sight restored I'd been able to make the trip alone, to go to the vigil and try to support my CM buddies any way I could.
Everyone was just so down, and from the first person I told the story to about my sight, everyone seemed so heartened by hearing that something good had happened to somebody lately that I kept telling it.
Well, at the Grand it was afternoon pre-check in time lull, and there were a bunch of CMs around- two managers, a bunch of bell services gents, a few front desk and concierge cast CMs. I asked them to gather around for 'story time' and it was amazing, we talked and talked and had no guests come up or anyone around to stop us. after a good long while, the two gentleman managers asked me some questions- among them where I was staying and how long I was in town. this was just hours before I was due to go to the vigil.
I said only one night more and I'm staying "In bay lake" which was true because my room at the contemporary was literally the second to the last in the south wing- a
very long hike for me from the main building and the monorails for me cause of my issues. but since i booked it two hours in advance of flying down there i was more than grateful to be on the monorail track at all. I had said to March that I could stay in an all star but he said no, you'll be riding busses just trying to get to monorails.
finally, after hearing of my love for the place (March and I had our wedding lunch there but couldn't afford to stay there) and how my bedroom is decorated in a GF motif down to the model monorail station on display, the two managers gave each other a look and then asked if I'd 'come on over' and stay with them at the Grand for the night. I tried to tell them I couldn't possibly put them to the trouble but they wouldn't hear of it. they knew why i was in town and what i'd been doing all day, and they just insisted.
they offered to send someone for my bags but i told them i was traveling very light and so since I had to go back to the resort to check out officially anyway i could bring my one bag back with me on the monorail much faster.
they made some phone calls, and long story short- when I got to check in, at the end of the process I asked the CM for a map so I knew which building to go to and one of the managers came up behind me and said "You don't need a map, ***** here is going to take you
up to your room."
I looked at him blinked, confused. I said "But there are only one type of rooms in this building."
He grinned. "I told you, we're going to take good care of you."
Guys- they not only gave me
a room- (and for not a penny more than my contemporary room cost- they just transferred the rate over)
they gave me THE room.
The turret room on the third floor, overlooking the monorail station.