The pay-for water bottles in the hotel room say 'Aspen Pure,' bringing to mind two things: I did not see this brand in Aspen, and Denver tap water tastes nicer than Aspen's anyway (as does Boulder's). It's a non-smoking hotel, and despite an overdue update to the decor, much appreciated, it still maintains a bit of bourgie 90's charm.
One elevator smells like garbage, and one stairwell smells like cannabis. These unpleasantries are immaterial to me, as the hotel also sports the first sauna of my voyage, though regrettably the last. "When will the US get on board with other civilized nations?" I think, but perhaps ubiquitous air conditioning is a fair trade-off. Cool fluorescent lights, winter imagery, frosted glass, and brushed metal (plus the aforementioned climate control) make the hotel feel slick and ice-cool, or pallid and dim, depending.
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