The lights dim, causing you to strain your eyes, the women’s dresses inch up slightly north, and the men have ditched their Nike Frees for a glossy wing-tipped shoe.
The bass-line of a top 40 hits playlist goes live at a ridiculous decibel level and a member of the hotel crew dashes over to you. You tell him your drink order, but that’s not what he wants. He wants your chair.
The lobby has officially become a night club. It’s time to party on the dance floor!