This is a picture of our room. No, it wasn't usually this neat.
The edges of this picture are just about where the room's walls are.
This picture makes it look nicer than it really was, but you can see how small it is.
When we first arrived at our hotel in New York, we were all assigned to our rooms...okay, so it actually took over an hour for us all to check in, but you get the idea, right? Erin and I were assigned to a double together. When we got to our room, it was incredibly small. In fact, I've stayed in many motel rooms that were larger.
There was very little floor space. I even was forced to keep my suitcase closed and standing in a corner, so that we could walk past the end of the beds. There was a mirror on the wall behind the desk, but the only lights in the room were the two lamps behind the beds and a third lamp on the desk. When someone stood in front of the mirror, all three lights were blocked. However, there was a mirror in the bathroom as well. Unfortunately, the bathroom light was very yellowish, making it rather useless. Although we didn't see any roaches in the room, the plaster n the corner was crumbling, and the heater made strange rattling noises.
When we saw everyone else's rooms, we were quite upset. The triples were about three times as large and included a table and a kitchenette complete with a stove and a refridgerator. The other double was nice as well, with a huge mirror, a chest of drawers, and a modest chandelier.
Two days before the end of the trip, we returned to the room after Tubes, and the message light on the phone was blinking. The front desk had called to inform us that there was a steam leak in our room, and they were going to have us move. So, we went down to the front desk to find out what was going on, and they told us that they were moving us to the "Tower" for the last two nights, to compensate for our inconvenience. So, we threw all of our things loosely into bags and hauled them to our new room.
The hotel was 28 floors high, and our original room had been on the 9th floor. Our new room, however, was on the 25th floor! It took quite an effort to drag everything up there, but it was worth it. Our new room was about the size of the triples, but we didn't have a kitchenette. We did have a pink marble bathroom, tons of floor space, a walk-in closet, a great view, and a balcony...sort-of.
The first thing we did in our new room was to look out the window. Since we were now 25 floors up, we could see over the building across the street. We could see down 7th Ave. to the edge of Times Square.
Soon after, we discovered that there was a tiered edge on the building that started just past our room. By climbing out the bathroom window, we could walk around this area. The following night, Elissa discovered that it actually was a balcony, and that the room next door had a door to it. They were quite surprised to see her standing outside their room.
Our only regrets about switching rooms were the fact that it took forever for an elevator to come to the floor, and we wished it would have happened sooner.
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