Death of a guest.

So I had to make a new tag for this one. It's one of those weird topics that you don't know if you should express your true feelings because it may sound rude. Eh, fuck it.

So a few weekends ago we had an extremely large wedding party in the hotel. All young adults. All loving the party life. I will tell you more about them in a separate post.

This guest, a lady, was also here for a wedding, though a different wedding than the one previously mentioned. I wasn't around for her death- that happened during the day, well before I came in.

I guess she had been doing badly for awhile. She didn't start "serious business" dying until during the day. The daughter who was staying here called the front desk wanting an ambulance. The front desk girl, Bloom, was on the phone with the 911 operator and still on the phone with the daughter. One frazzled desk agent with two phones held up to her ears. Though luckily the ambulance arrived while she was still on the phone with 911.

It could have been a bad day for the paramedic. It had been a crazy night of drunken wedding guests who all insisted on using the elevator. Well, the elevator needed to be cooled down and had to be shut off for awhile. Though luckily they just got it back up shortly before this whole fiasco started. Just for irony's sake I hope that woman would have been 300lbs if they would have had to carry her down the stairs. Sorry, feeling a mean streak in me today.

Well, long story short, she died at the hospital. I talked to her daughter a few nights later. Her daughter seemed to think her mother knew it was time to go. She came out for a wedding, to see her family. She then said good bye to her family. For good.

And that's the tale of 314, kids.

Also the daughter has no concept of what an ashtray is. She smoked tiny capri cigarettes. Her method of quitting smoking is that a tinier cigarette, such as a capri, is only equal to a third of a "normal cigarette." She would also leave the tiny capri cigarette butts all over the fucking property. It was like you were on the path of a leprechaun with an addiction.