The Ritz Carlton Chicago Ballroom
Holy Crap, I'm at the Ritz. I was a bit thrown off by the man holding
the door of the cab. Then I took the elevator to the 12th floor and
lied about my name.
Now I'm taking a crap surrounded by marble. Too bad I sold my soul for
a few Cosmopolitains and chocolate covered strawberries. But we'll save
the moral delema for my other blog.
6 stalls
Cloth towels
Covers available but my ass feels cleaner for having sat here.
Open access w a little savvy
Score:9
posted by Meegs @ 11:21 PM
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