Express would certainly be an appropriate moniker for my stay at Holiday Inn Express and Suites Ann Arbor, specially since I was there for all of 12 hours or so. I wasn't there exactly as a guest; I was hanging with someone who was a guest. Nevertheless, I got a good idea of what the Holiday Inn Express is all about, and I believe the express part refers to easy check in/check out, which in my line of work can be something of an advantage, so, check mark for the express part. My new found friend wouldn't have found "express" anymore convenient since he was there for four whole days.
He was in town for a training session at the Toyota Technical Center, he looked me up, and the rest is history. So here's the scoop: we got to the hotel around, oh, 11ish. The lobby cum Continental breakfast joint isn't exactly the Ritz, not that I've ever been to the Ritz, so enough said. Right off the bat, got hastled by the concierge or desk jockey or whoever he was, to sign in as an extra guest, got a lecture on restrictions that my friend couldn't have the benefit of friends overnight, then, some innuendoish comments from this desk drone about my probable occupation, so, no check mark for that part of the express part. the lobby was a wee bit cool, though nice to be in the warmth; it was one of those blustery Michigan winters; brrr! Well, actually late fall.
I knew it was coming so I dressed for it: PU trench, sweater cape, suede jumpsuit, long PU gloves and big ole chap boots. Hot. Wasn't that long in the lobby, went straight to the elevator to get to the room quick. I'm not a lobbyist, I'm an activist, hehe. The elevator is the usual cramped, creaking little box job, it sufficed to get us to the fourth floor, and into the room which was a wee bit....well, wee bit could best describe it; nice to know he was packing it away for his baby. Got the party going almost immediately, on the clock you know, 11ish. It was nice to sit down and get these big boots off and rest the ole dogs: style is great, just sometimes you need a little comfort. Oh, and those fancy schmancy sheets you can see in one pic, nope, they're not a standard option, strictly aftermarket. The bed itself is a little....yep, it's little too.
Got a chance to peek out the window, and the view? Well, you can see out the window from all positions: the chair, the bed, the desk, and, of course, the window itself - just not from the bathroom. So, what do you see? Well, from our window we could see the Kensington Hotel and Comfort Inn, and you know, I started feeling that maybe I'd rather be there, because it was plain to see some of their guests were truly enjoying themselves, and it looked like some of those guys were feeling themselves a tad lonely, and might enjoy some company.
The Holiday Inn Express is practically surrounded by other hotels, so there are plenty of other choices, if you absolutely have to be in the Briarwood area.
I guess our little party got to noisy, around 5ish the guy from the desk knocked on the door. Strangely, he found the festivities... I guess enticing would be the word, and changed course on his reprimand to helping us out with some hor d'oeurves, wasn't exactly lobster, but the kitchen was closed, still, got an unusual taste of room service. Eventually he mentioned some U of M fans were in town for post game activities, and maybe he could hook me up. So, I got to see some of the bigger rooms, or a little bigger, and got bored to death by boring, foot, ahem, ball, talk.
So, basically the guys were done, and I mean done, partying with me around 12ish, lunch time that is.
The hotel guy had, unexpectantly, turned into such a gentleman: he called my car service for me, he paid for it; almost like he was my new boyfriend - oohlala!
So, summing up, weird - I admit it, and the hotel sounds weird. I'd imagine it could get a lot more uptight about things, and the accommodations aren't anything you'd want to write about to your mom, and it's pricey for lean to like temporary lodging, so, got to give it an average score. read more