If you read the title of this post and are getting all snobby, stop. Just stop.
Sure, an airport hotel might not be the most luxurious or spectacular or polished or showstopping. Or whatever. But does a hotel always need to be superlative to be perfect?
I would argue: no.
As you know, I’m in the middle of a torrid love affair with Club Carlson. So of course my selection of the Radisson LAX for a weekend getaway with a girlfriend made sense. I had a whirlwind of a day: I flew down to LAX from Oakland, drove straight to Santa Barbara for a meeting, caught up with an old friend, tried to avoid running into an old boyfriend (success – didn’t see him), drove back to LA, stopped at a Trader Joe’s right off the freeway and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, a bag of chips, and a chocolate bar, then drove my rental car back to the lot. I was not looking forward to taking the car rental shuttle to the airport, then taking the hotel shuttle from the airport to the hotel. I just wanted to run into the arms of the Radisson LAX.
I was the only traveler on the car rental shuttle. The driver asked me which airline I needed, and I told him that it didn’t matter, because I was going to catch the hotel shuttle from the airport. “Which hotel?” he asked. “The Radisson,” I gushed. Five minutes later, I was stepping off the shuttle onto the curb in front of the Radisson. That’s right, I got door to door service.
Things only got better when I checked in and found out I had been upgraded to a suite. O Club Carlson, how I love thee.
My girlfriend getaway hasn’t even officially started yet because my girlfriend had to wait for her pilot husband to get home from a 2-week trip before she could tag out (they’ve got two kids as well) and hit the road (she’s driving up from San Diego). When she called me to check in, I was eating chocolate, drinking whiskey, and watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians.
She’ll be here soon. In the meantime, I’m enjoying my sweet suite.
When I went up to the room, I was welcomed by a plate of petite cakes and a large bottle of water.
The room is really large, with a sitting area, a dining area, and a work area.
Thanks, Club Carlson. I love you.
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