Some very rich people have given up their homes and just live in a hotel. Here is the story of a comedian, Louie Anderson, who decided to make a Las Vegas hotel his home.
Have you ever been lying in bed, everyone else is asleep, and you think to yourself, “Gosh, I just want a bite of ice cream. Just a spoon. Something sweet. But there’s nothing in the house.”
Well, in my case I just have to pick up the phone and in about 30 minutes (less time than it would take for me to get dressed, get in the car and go to the store), somebody could be setting a tray of it on my bed. Now, I’m not saying you should eat ice cream at 2 in the morning, or that someone should serve it to you then. I’m just saying that if I want it, I can have it. This should not be your only criterion for moving into a hotel that is also your home. But, it is a good start.
I guess it’s no surprise that I’ve ended up living in a hotel, even when I’m not on the road. After all, I’ve stayed in 5,000 or more hotels in my 33-year career as a stand-up comic. So it’s always been my home away from home. And now, it’s my home at home.
As we headed toward the elevator, he explained the security system and that no one could get upstairs without a special key fob. I mumbled, “Batman could.” “What?” he asked. I said, “Um, that’s good!” He said the residence living starts on the 23rd floor, and we arrived at the unit in an elevator that moved so fast, my ears popped from the pressure change.
Before we entered the unit, the director pointed to a small adjacent door and said, “That’s your butler’s closet. We can leave items for you such as packages, dry cleaning and even food without ever disturbing anyone.” He then opened the door to the unit and we were greeted by floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of most of Las Vegas.
“It’s pretty bright in here, you know…I’m kind of a cave-dwelling comic,” I said.
“Too bright? No worries!” he said, and with a flick of his hand, he pushed a button and down came a waterfall of blinds blocking out the city and the sun. Perfect! Personally, I don’t need to actually see a good view, I just need to know it’s there behind the blinds. Finally, I asked him, “Do you have room service?” He smiled and said, “Yes, 24 hours.”
So, two years later, here I am. Overall it has been a great experience, though it hasn’t all been roses. Vegas is Vegas, after all, and it can be noisy around here, like when the pool party goes a little late at the Cosmopolitan or the karaoke guy across the street decides to sing all of Journey’s hits, once in English and then again in Spanish.
It is possible that Anderson is getting his “home” comped by the hotel, or that he can afford the rent. But I recently read about a billionaire who’s doing the same thing. It beats having to mow the lawn or shovel the driveway.
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