![]() It was a t this point that the desk clerk went into hiding. I called the desk and told him that the guitar had woken me up AGAIN, and the crappy top 40 hit, which is evidently the only song this drunk teen thinks he can play was not permitting me to get back to sleep. I was awoken after 2am by the teens returning to their room with party in tow. This all could have been avoided had he called the management and arranged it before midnight. It wasn't until midnight that he reveal his role at the hotel did not permit him to move us to a different room. And all I asked was that he allow us to move to another room. No other guest, paying hard-earned cash for four nights in a hotel would not be bothered by this. We were the only occupants within screaming distance, is how I interpreted it. ![]() I called the desk clerk again who insisted that they would be leaving soon to go out celebrating a birthday and I was the only one bothered by the noise. I heard one of the new guests comment on the overly full capacity of the room. The volume reached a fevered pitch, a room packed with drunk teens tends to produce a shrill and offensive tone. The guitar did not get put away and more guests arrived. I heard him knock on the door and ask them to put the guitar away. He told me that he would speak with them. The John Belushi scene in Animal House played on a repeat ion my head as I watched the clock, waiting for the screaming teens to relax, but the volume increased, the guitar continued and I called the desk clerk. I've played in loud bands, written many songs and appreciate good music. We could hear the teens calling people on their cell phones giving out the room number to, seemingly, anyone that cared to attend. At around 10:30pm, the party guests began to arrive. He said he spoke with them earlier about the previous night's interruption and there won't be a problem. I don't want for the kids to have to miss their party and I don't want to miss my sleep AGAIN, so the best solution for all parties involved is to just give us a different room. I approach the night desk clerk and ask to be moved to a different room, if it all possible. Through the cracked door in our partying neighbors room I notice a bottle of low quality booze and a large bottle of equally low-grade mixer, along with a stack of cups. Night Two: After a fun but exhausted day in LA, my husband and I return to the room. There's no sense in attempting to negotiate with drunk teens. I opted to just stay awake and planned to deal with it in the morning. At 4:14am I was awoken a third time by teenagers (apparently), speaking at a high volume RIGHT outside our hotel room door. My husband went downstairs to seek assistance from the desk clerk who had received several calls, he said. I picked up the phone to call the front desk. I drift back to sleep and at 3:12am I was awoken again by loud talking by the pool area which ricocheted off of every wall in the courtyard. ![]() Next door neighbor wakes me up when he starts playing guitar.
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