by Gabriella Samms

Created on: March 12, 2009

I haven't felt special in quite some time. I've needed a break from taking care of a loved one, so I haven't had any type of leisure time or social life in three years. Valentine's Day 2009 held a surprise for me, and it was something I will never forget. I was told by my boyfriend that he had rented a room for the evening at The Motor City Casino Hotel, and it was the first time in many months that I was actually looking forward to something. I couldn't wait to leave the confines of my own bedroom to venture into another space unfamiliar and hopefully relaxing. However, I had no idea just how much I was in for.

So colorfully decorated, I had to stop several times on the way to the check-in desk just to look around. Everything in my sight was perfectly placed and all employees in sight were smiling and dressed so professionally. I noticed a long line at the registration desk, but was surprised at how quickly it dissipated. Those waiting to register were given bottled water and red Carnations were passed out to all women in the spirit of the holiday. Our registration was quick and uneventful, and the reservationist made sure we knew we could come to him if we needed anything during our stay.

As we approached the lobby toward the elevators to gain access to our ninth floor room, we were stopped just prior to the hallway. Our plastic door key cards were then scanned; a method of security used at the hotel. I also found out with a quick question that unless one produces such an item, they cannot gain access to the elevators. I started feeling safer by the minute. Privacy certainly was an issue here, and privacy is exactly what I wanted.

Once I stepped off the elevator, the first thing I noticed was the carpet. Swirls of color caught my eye and made me even more anxious to see what was behind my hotel door. The hallways were beautifully decorated, with tables, plants and a telephone on each floor. I was able to find my room in a matter of minutes.

Once my key card allowed me access to my room, I couldn't help but stand in awe. Beautiful tile led down a small hall that gave entrance to the actual bedroom, but I knew just by that glimpse I was in for more surprises. I felt like a kid in a candy store. I could see the view of Detroit from where I was standing, and the room was already prepared for me; lights and television were already on. In fact, my name, welcoming me, was displayed on the large, flat screen TV that was mounted in the middle of an absolutely beautiful

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