The D Suite at The D: The VegasTripping Review 2013
Downtown's Best Suites
"Do you think we'll get there by midnight?"
It was starting to become a legitimate question. It was the Thursday before VIMFP, and I had booked the redeye from St. Louis to Las Vegas. Had things gone as scheduled, I would have landed at McCarran International Low-Payback Slot Shack at 10:25 p.m., been picked up by the town car I'd reserved through Presidential Limousine, and arrived at The D well before the clock struck twelve. But things did not go as scheduled. First, my flight was delayed. Then I somehow managed to almost miss my flight, and I ended up with a middle seat on a filled-to-capacity Southwest Airlines glorified city bus-with-wings. When I arrived in Vegas, there was no sign of Presidential Limousine. After I had pulled my luggage off of the baggage carousel, a service that was supposed to be performed by the absent limo driver, my phone rang. It was the driver, who offered a lame, two word excuse for his tardiness: Traffic, man.
The driver managed to find his way to the airport, and I was finally on my way Downtown, albeit without the champagne that was also supposed to come with the ride I'd booked. As we pull up to The D, it was obvious that this dimwit had never been there before, and he was utterly confounded by the hotel's one way in, one way out porte cochere. "Go around the block!" I was finally forced to shout. I was agitated, but at least I was at the hotel, and things were looking up.
I walked up to the registration desk, and after a very short wait, I was greeted by a smiling young woman. She politely asked how my flight was, and I gave her the Cliff's Notes version of my tribulations, trying out the "city bus-with-wings" line. She convincingly feigned laughter - did you? I told her I was booked in a standard king room, comped for three nights per a player's club offer, and she confirmed this. For grins and giggles, I inquired as to how much a D Suite might cost for the three nights I would be there. She told me it would be $150.00 per night, which I didn't think unreasonable, given that it was literally the eleventh hour of the Thursday preceding VIMFP, and I knew the hotel was going to be near capacity. I thanked her, but told her that the standard king would be fine. A few minutes later, I was on my way to my room.
I reached my floor, headed down the hallway, arrived at my room, and...uh oh. A "Do Not Disturb" card was shoved into the lock of my assigned room. I took it out and inserted my card. The door opened. The room was very much occupied. I trudged back down to the front desk.
Fortunately, I was greeted there by 3 angels (devils?) - VT Superfriends Vespajet, Spyder, and Donnymac, who had been following my carping on the Twitters. They brought me whiskey. Nerves were calmed.
I returned to registration and explained the matter to the apologetic clerk, who offered to comp me the suite I'd inquired about for the first night, with the understanding that I'd have to move to the king room I'd booked on the second and third nights of my stay. Awesome! The Superfriends and I headed upstairs to check out the suite. Stepping off the elevator, I noticed that floor 17 had a wood paneled wall adjacent to the elevator landing. There was a card slot in the wall next to a locked door. Instinctively, I stuck my room key into the slot, and the door clicked open, revealing another little landing, and this gorgeous, familiar lady:
Karma has brought me to this place, I just know it.