This entry has nothing to do about being transgendered. But it is meant to serve to preserve a memory of a hotel I stayed in once, would love to stay in again, and never will be able to do so.
The same year that I traveled through Los Angeles, I also went to Chicago. And my stay at the "forgettable" Ritz Milner was balanced by my stay at the Seneca in Chicago. For every bad thing I could say about the Ritz Milner, I could say a good thing about the Seneca.
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Two days after leaving Los Angeles, I arrived in Chicago. And I used similar requirements to select this hotel, save that I wanted to be in the "Near North" of Chicago. This would place me in the vicinity of both the Water Tower and the John Hancock building. (The Seneca was one block away from the Hancock building and just off the Magnificent Mile.)
When I arrived at the hotel, I immediately felt a sense of warmth (not temperature related) from the entire staff. This time, my card keys worked, and when I opened the doors to my room, I was greeted with a nice surprise - a kitchenette! Given that Chicago is known for its deep dish pizza, I could being back leftovers, and save money eating in while deciding what to do with the rest of my day.
Unlike the hotel in Los Angeles, there were no signs of extension cords, there was more than enough space in the room for even me to get around, and the place was up to date. When I went to the bathroom, I found another surprise - a Jacuzzi! I began to wish I could extend my stay in the Windy City for another couple of days. But I had to go back to work the day after I got home, so this was not an option.
While in Chicago, I made use of almost everything in this hotel, save the exercise room. In fact, I even used the washing machines late one rainy night when I couldn't sleep, and was able to avoid having to take care of two weeks of dirty laundry when I got home.
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Although this hotel had mixed reviews, I would stay there again if it were possible. Like the hotel in Los Angeles, it is now closed and just a memory. Like the hotel in Los Angeles, it is a reminder how most things in life are related to random chance, and that one has to take the bad with the good to ever have the chance of enjoying the best life has to offer.