Well, I’m sitting at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Airport (why are airport names so damn long!?) after the longest day of meetings, ever (no seriously I’ve been up since 5 am Eastern) waiting to go back home. Anyway, my trip down south has been nice. Flight was on time on the way there, I got an aisle seat, and a coworker booked me at a local Embassy Suites. After my foray into boutique hotels in Los Angeles, I welcomed the safe hotel choice. I mean, what could go wrong?
Nothing. It was as bland and good as ever. After the cab ride to the hotel (I could have bought a fab pair of shoes for what I paid for the fare), I was happy to be greeted by the ever-famous Embassy Suites inner-facing courtyard, complete with a water fountain extraordinairre. Or something like that.Â
The smell of fresh chlorine gets me every time.
Better yet, the room came equipped with its very own version of Bath & Body Works. My skin was as supple as could be after a hot shower. (Truth be told, 2 bottles of body lotion would have sufficed, but I managed to sneak all 3 into my quart-sized plastic bag through airport security.)
Calgon, ahem, Neutrogena, take me away!
In fact, the most scandalous thing about my hotel last night was the Pepsi vending machine on my floor. And you thought Atlanta was a Coke town, ha!Â
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The Pepsi mafia infiltrates Embassy Suites in Atlanta.
Long live “the Suites.” I’ll take you any day over a schtick-filled pretty-boy haven. Unless it can get me a dinner date with Leo.Â
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