Viceroy View, Santa Monica
(la versión en español está abajo)
We drove up to the Viceroy in a rented Ford Fusion and immediately scrambled to clean up the inside of our vehicle when we saw the notice: Valet parking only. The backseat was littered with garbage bags, recycling, a gigantic cardboard box with our camping equipment spilling out and bikinis drying in the hot sun. Outfitted in bohemian maxi dresses and floppy hats, my friend Gemma and I gave the valets our names and they placed our luggage on a wheelie carrier; even carefully placing my reusable Vegas tote holding hijacked toiletries from previous hotels delicately on the hook at the top of the cart’s brass curve. A gloved man opened the main hotel doors for us and as we entered the hotel, we smacked into a wave of real-life models exiting.
We drove up to the Viceroy in a rented Ford Fusion and immediately scrambled to clean up the inside of our vehicle when we saw the notice: Valet parking only. The backseat was littered with garbage bags, recycling, a gigantic cardboard box with our camping equipment spilling out and bikinis drying in the hot sun. Outfitted in bohemian maxi dresses and floppy hats, my friend Gemma and I gave the valets our names and they placed our luggage on a wheelie carrier; even carefully placing my reusable Vegas tote holding hijacked toiletries from previous hotels delicately on the hook at the top of the cart’s brass curve. A gloved man opened the main hotel doors for us and as we entered the hotel, we smacked into a wave of real-life models exiting.
