I never thought “crash a Kings party” would be on my bucket list, but it was added and checked off in the same day.
February 27th, 2017 location- Ritz Carlton- Kuala Lumpur , Malaysia
I was on a 10 day trip around Asia and the next to last stop was Kuala Lumpur. By this time I was pretty exhausted, especially since we had just arrived from a busy flight and a long car ride to the hotel. When I checked in I noticed a ton of news cameras and security around and was told there was a “high security” event going on. I didn’t think too much about it or ask any questions. Probably because I was starting to get hangry at the time. So, I get to my room, quickly change, and go on a mission to find the executive lounge for a snack. (You loyal Marriott goers can relate to the love I have for a good executive lounge.)
I try to hit the “B” floor in the elevator because I assumed that’s where the lounge was. It wouldn’t let me access the floor without a scanned key. This is not uncommon for executive lounge floors. So, I scanned my room key and, voila! It worked.
I walk into this room filled with the most incredible spreads of food you can imagine. It was straight out of a movie scene. I’ve never seen such a display of gorgeous flowers, mounds of fresh fruit, and delicious treats. With wide eyes I grab a plate and before I can load up on the mountain of goodness before me, I am met with a couple security guards that grab both of my arms. They make me drop my plate, and swiftly escort me back to my room. I had no idea what was going on and when I asked the response was silence. I was returned to my room and left utterly confused.
After what felt like hours – in reality it was probably only thirty minutes, a hotel manager came to my room and explained that I had just walked into King Salman, the King of Saudi Arabia’s private party. Apparently my room key was not suppose to have access to that floor. I had somehow managed to walk in the room (momentarily) unnoticed by security. Which looking back is mind blowing since there were no women at all and everyone was dressed in thobes and keffiyehs. A blonde American girl was certainly not on the guest list.
I always laugh when I remember that day. I can just imagine what people were thinking seeing me help myself to the Kings food. Did I mention that nobody else was eating? I suppose they were waiting for the Kings arrival and maybe I would have noticed if I wasn’t so deep in the hunt for grub.
Later that day I was brought a big plate of fruit and sweets. The hotel didn’t tell me who it was from but I like to think it was from King Salman. Who am I kidding!? I know it was from hotel management, but let a girl dream!