Room Key Anyone?
So I have been doing some spring-cleaning during the summer and found it funny that I came across so many room keys that I have collected over the years from working as an escort in Las Vegas. Some I’ve asked for, some I have taken (tisk tisk!), one is from the room I got in this previous blog entry, and one I think I found.
Why do I have so many keys? As fun as an extensive collection sounds (like stamps!), I purely have them to get past security at the hotels that have them guard the elevators. It’s so obvious to stand by a bay of elevators waiting for someone matching the description they gave over the phone (which is almost always a white or black shirt accompanied by jeans) who maybe so prominently drunk or just stupid that they shake your hand and say, “nice to meet you” when I am supposed to be their “friend” and guest. Some hotels are very strict (such as Harrah’s who can even ask for your ID, write it down and possibly run it through a police database) and is almost necessary to steal a key. They change the keys so often because they know girls do this so it’s hard to keep up with them. Thus, why I have multiple copies from the same hotel.
Never have or will I return to the rooms that I took a key from because it’s obviously stupid with the cameras everywhere, and plus… it’s just wrong (yes, I have some sort of a soul unlike what this guy thought). In the end though, I look at them and see a little Vegas history: new clubs, shows gone by, or hotels that have changed names. It’s just one way to look and remember what happened here. Heck, maybe one day I can make a million bucks on them… nah.