About a month ago we booked two rooms at the Intercontinental Hotel in downtown Chicago for my niece’s upcoming birthday bash. We requested smoking rooms, preferably adjoining, and followed up with several phone calls prior reiterating this request. Upon our arrival yesterday? No smoking rooms available.
Thank goodness Paul went into the hotel with Fraughter and I instead of just dropping us off. Because of his Priority Club Platinum Member status, and the fact that he spends at least forty percent of the year staying in one of their hotels, they suddenly realized there was a smoking suite available and upgraded one of the rooms.
We were directed to take the elevators in the Historic Tower up to the 38th floor and then take a second elevator to the 41st floor. Here is the second elevator; at best, it was 3’ X 5’.
The elevator door opened on our floor...to a door. I put the key card in and guess what? Our upgraded smoking suite was apparently the whole 41st floor! Look way up; there was only one floor above us.
Fraughter, a/k/a The Streamer Queen, went to work.
The Birthday Girl, and the rest of our party of eight, arrived and it was time to par-tay!
Views from our window…
…and views from the catwalk. Yes, we climbed out the window.
The Birthday Girl and party pics.
Now go away; we have a late checkout!