Had the pleasure of staying a night at the Phoenix Hotel. Yeah, its right in a middle of the drunk-ranting-and-bleeding-from-the-ear-Larkin-and-Eddy-tenderloin but man are those suites sweet.
Never pass up a chance to swim in a heated pool.
Koperski stayed dry and sampled the oddly decent happy hour.
Totally pleasant, kind of retro-tiki decor and we even got a nice little balcony.
As it was Rolls' birthday, there was a bit of entertaining.
And of course some posing.
And a bit of band photo-ing.
Not to mention the ballooning.
Sometimes things get a little silly around here.
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Will you take an "I don't remember?" One of the nice things about the Phoenix is that its "rock-and-roll hotel" status means the folks who work there are used to all sorts of behavior and generally cut you some slack. Since Rolls, our lovely host, had informed them of our intentions beforehand, they didn't hassle anyone coming in or out (you have to go through reception to get to the rooms) and let us romper room til after midnight before calling up and telling us to kindly shut the hell up and send everyone home. Ditto the niceness in the morning when we checked out slightly past noon and no weird noise/cleaning/3-day room aeration fee was tacked on to the bill. Thumbs up also on the bathroom's mini-products and blowdryer, though I can't vouch for the bed as I woke up face-planted on the floor with my heels still on and a roaring headache, wondering which son of a motherless goat ate half of my Saigon sandwich.