I'm in line to go to a conference in the T-dot in January, as part of my board duties. I've always held off attending more than the one day, Saturday, on the basis that I didn't want to look like I was abusing my privileges.
This year -- fuck that. I'm getting a hotel room. A dee-luxe apartment in the sky-hy-hy.
What tipped it over was that I saw that the Intercontinental had a salt water swimming pool, and -- AND -- a salt water hot tub. And how can I say no to a salt water hot tub? I mean really.
Alas, the Intercontinental is sold out. And no wonder -- they have a salt water hot tub. But the Royal York is still available. Just a swimming pool, hot tub, and steam room.
I can easily be persuaded by a good steam room. A proper schvitz is essential to my being, as we all know. Still -- a steam room is not a salt water hot tub.
Strange, though -- the city has no problem with luxury hotel rooms, but alcohol on the meal per diem is a big no-no. Glass of wine with dinner, no way, but salt water hot tubs, go nuts.