Now a little bit of history about the Beverly Hilton, many awards shows are held there, the hotel was the Beverly Palms in Beverly Hills Cop, while it wasn't IN Fear and Loathing, it was Hunter S. Thompson's favorite hotel. It's 480$ a night for the standard tiny room.
So there we are, the 5 of us; me, Siviak, Abby, Icetre and Tacitus, one room in Beverly Hills and two bottles of Jim Beam. Now what? Well, we start drinking! We tried HARD to get Tre's ipod to play on the tv, no dice, Abby was griping about soap being opened, towels had been on the floor when they checked in, trash in the trashcans, then we heard from the bathroom, 'OH MY GOD THATS SICK!' In the bathroom trashcan was a used sanitary pad! Now, we're used to calling hotels and using bogus complaints to elevate our room levels or get our bills reduced, I stayed for over a week at the Riviera and only paid 25$ for it (1/2 my share, 4 days picked up by defcon), so having a legitimate complaint, we were READY TO PLAY BALL. And we did. Siviak gets on the phone and asks for the manager, he's told the manager is busy and will call back. 20 minutes later, no call (more fucking with the tv). He calls back and now he's 'mad', he explains this, still no manager. 10 minutes later, we get a call from him and Siviak explains the situation; dirty room, towels etc, he does not mention the PAD, saving it for a trump card. The manager finally calls us back and says he can move us, siviak explains his displeasure and asks for a suite, the manager waffles a bit and then Siviak throws down his trump, "seems like the LEAST you could do for putting me through the ordeal of finding a SOILED SANITARY NAPKIN in the trash!' The manager then says, "will a cabana at poolside be sufficient?" Why yes, thank you, that will be sufficient.
20 minutes later, we're staying in a room twice the size, twice the beds, 10 feet from the pool, our sliding door opens up to a table and chairs right on the edge of the pool.
Well ok, now we start drinking in earnest, the 4 of us (Tacitus doesn't drink) polish off a 1/5th and a liter of Jim, at some point, Siviak and I decide to go swimming which doesn't seem to anger anybody. So of course we up the ante a bit, we decide we want to go skinny dipping but there are guys cleaning the deck of the pool, we wait and wait and wait for them to finish up, they clean and clean and clean. Finally, I walk over to the one guy who just isn't finishing, I tell him, hey, me and my friends want to go swimming, he looks at me and says, "it's ok.." So I look at him and say, NAKED SWIMMING. Again he looks at me, no, "ok" this time, I think HE thinks I want his permission, I don't. I just don't want him to report us! I slip him 10$, he looks at me again and say, "it's ok.." I go back, tell everybody the news and the next thing you know, 4 of us are swimming naked, at 5am, skinny dipping in the pool at the Beverly Hilton. We felt pretty swanky. Back in the room, we have a ton of fun shooting crazy stuff with the masks on.
And then theres THIS gem:
Everybody passes out around 6am, I can't sleep so I get up and take some more pictures, around 8am I finally crash, NINE THIRTY WAKE UP CALL! Gah.. I get up and get my shit together for the day...
SO our room is the one with the open door in those pictures, one of the men cleaning the deck of the pool told me he thought the cabanas want for around 1000$ per night.
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