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West Hollywood Hotel Reviews
True Hollywood Hotel Story: The Standard LA, Part Two
December 19, 2006 at 11:13 AM | 0 Comments
[Ed. Note: Jaunted editor Davie continues her story here about why the Standard Hotel in LA was one of the most important hotels in her life. That is, until she got blacklisted. Enjoy.]
Part 2 of 2
Like Britney and K-Fed, or Pam and Kid, all the great whirlwind romances of our time seem to crash and burn eventually.
Yesterday, I told you about how the Standard became the most important hotel in my life. Today, I'm here to tell you the story of our breakup. I was dumped with a big, resounding "It's not me, it's you." Ouch.
As I was departing for LAX the weekend we met Steve, my friends and I vowed to not only return there, but to spread the gospel of room 154 and build our own scene on Sunset. I live in New York, and the rest of the group in LA, so we couldn't wait to get back together.
A few months later, I returned to LA for my birthday and booked myself into the Standard. You know the room number. I called my friends and we called Steve. He had left us the number of a stolen pager he kept. I don't quite remember whether it was disconnected or he simply never got back to us; either way, we never heard from him again.
The second night I was there, the old crew regrouped and started making calls. I guess you could say we were organizing a party, but our intention wasn't to trash the room or anything. We decided that if we got any complaints, we'd simply move to the hotel bar. Not that we expected there to be a problem--the Standard wanted that party hotel reputation, right? I still have a hard time believing they didn't.
More on room 154 after the jump.
West Hollywood Hotel Reviews
True Hollywood Hotel Story: The Standard LA, Part 1
December 18, 2006 at 10:20 AM | 0 Comments
[Ed. Note: We have a very special treat this morning as Jaunted editor Davie shares with us why the Standard LA is the most important hotel in her life. Enjoy.]
Part 1 of 2
I don't "do" t-shirts, but have this habit of rolling up the sleeves of my hoodie no matter what the weather is. I have a few tattoos, but there's one on my left wrist that, because it's the lowest on my arm, is perpetually exposed. Once in a while, people will ask me about it.
I come from a Jewish family; a former boss once told me she never asked about the numbers on my wrist because she presumed them to be "some Jew thing" (that's not an exact quotation). No! So, lest you think the association is so heavyhearted, I'd like to do some explaining.
"154": It's the best room at the Standard in West Hollywood. If I remember correctly, it's in the "X-Large" booking category. I guess because it's a corner room, it has an abnormally huge balcony.
The room is dope, no doubt (at least I used to think so), but the tattoo has less to do with the space itself and more to do with what happened in it. Long story short, Room 154 is where the best friendships of my life were solidified.
Learn more about Room 154 after the jump.
