Okay, here's the situation: apparently, and this is hearsay, a couple of people in the room next door bitched to hotel management until security presented us with an ultimatum: you lot, cut the fucking beatz or we're going to refund those guys their room fee, and you'll be picking up the tab.
So to summarize: after dinging us an exhorbitant fee for a suite so kitsch it looked like a scene out of The Matrix, with evidently no soundproofing, we have the equally useless options of either having 50 loaded people whispering to each other with no music, or paying the fee again. Now that's a quality user experience.
The more I think about it, the more it twists my beanie. I'm trying to see it from the other side, they paid for a penthouse suite too so they should surely be entitled to a romantic evening without the phat bassline. But it's not like the party was a secret. Management knew we were having a party up there, could they not have moved the horny old people to the other end of a mostly empty floor? Besides, it's deep house music. It makes sex better.
Moving 50 people plus alcohol plus a DJ rig to another location is a logistic bitch. I think we got thoroughly shafted by Fairmont this time around.
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