by Mr. Wonka
Brooklyn, New York
April 2, 2005
You might even call me a go-getter because, according to a slogan found in the hotel, the Wingate Inn is "where the go-getters go." Excellent! My ascension up the corporate ladder has begun! From here on out, it’s expensive whiskey on the rocks, poolside champagne, and long, relaxing massages as angelic servants pluck grapes and Rochelle chocolates into my mouth. Yes, my stay at the Wingate was sure to change my life for the better... for good!
Okay, I’ve gone and got carried away. A 2-night stay at the Wingate just might do that to you. Keep me away from the corporate ladder: whiskey is hard to stomach; champagne gives me headaches; and the relaxing massages, and grapes, and Rochelle chocolates? I’ll take those. But, for a moment, let’s travel back to reality, to September of 2004...
I walked into the welcoming lobby, which was decorated with leather couches, a stone-surrounded fireplace, and a water fountain centered around two erstwhile bears. To my surprise, I was assigned an Executive Suite, and as I trekked up the elevator and down the hallway, I bandied about thoughts of what a real live suite such as this must contain. I was soon made privy: a complimentary basket of goodies, high-speed Internet access, a plush bed, a morning edition of the Daily Bozeman Chronicle, an iron, a hair dryer, a half-kitchen, separate dining and living rooms, two TVs, and a nice-sized bathroom stocked with various toiletries. When I turned on the tube, I was pleased to see HBO, Showtime, and other movie channels appear. Yes, dear business travelers, the Wingate Inn caters to you.
After exploring the room like a little kid explores a toy store, I walked down to the pool for a brief swim. It’s only 5-feet deep, and I felt a little silly swimming "laps" in this less-than-Olympic-size pool, but it was nice all the same. Afterwards, I relaxed in the nearby hot tub, which is adjacent to a small fitness center. Both the hot tub and pool are open daily until 11pm.
I passed out that night to the tune of Dennis Miller’s rants, which were more tired than I was feeling, and awoke to a complimentary breakfast downstairs of muffins, waffles, cereal, coffee, omelettes, fruit, and oatmeal. This was more than enough to fill the tank and prepare me for what would prove to be a rigorous day of mountain biking.
Now, about those grapes and chocolates...
From journal Yellowstone Country: Beds and Breweries