We’ve been housed at The Roosevelt Hotel  for the past week. I’ve choking on pool floaties, sixteen-dollar Miami Vices, and enough Ed Hardy to bedazzle and silk screen skulls and roses over all the asses in China, but I am going to miss this place and all the ultra celeb photographs like the one of Lou Reed in our room:

and this one in the hallway:

In case you don’t know The Roosevelt is a renovated historical hotel with some major hollywood history. Besides being the place for the first Academy Awards, I am pretty sure that Brando used to beat people up in the hallways and Gable used to get in on with (the real) JC in the cocktail lounge. Now it’s really just a fancy place for long valet lines, Bollywood parties, and for watching people swarm around Grauman's Chinese Theater on the Hotel Streetcam TV channel:

This is what it really looks like outside:

And from the roof:

And from the doorway:

We leave tomorrow but will be back because it is true: