‘Opulence, I has it’. The Trident Hotel in Mumbai

I must apologize in advance for the ballerific nature of this post. I’m no stranger to the red carpet treatment and we’ve stayed in fabulous cribs in fabulous destinations but *insert Katt Williams voice* this sh*t right here… this is something else entirely.

I called ahead to the Trident, a 5 star hotel in Nariman Point, Mumbai, to alert them of our pending arrival from Bandra West. #ExpectUs

Now I ain’t gonna lie, I told them I was kind of a big deal *bats eyelashes innocently* 

…and after what I assume was a brief Google search, they informed us that they were happy to provide complimentary accommodations.  I’m thinking they’re going to give us a suite. Dope, right?

Little did I know…

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Let me set the scene–

The driver safely delivered us from our condo in northern Mumbai to the front door of the Trident.  The lobby is fancy and the service was top shelf #YaKnow.

Now, ever since we touched down in Mumbai, we’ve been treated with the utmost respect. People are really polite. Like, too polite. I’m from Ferguson, people don’t treat us nice.  So this has taken some getting used to.  So anyway, we get to the check in counter and I probably said thank you 50 times before they showed us to our room… way up in the sky, in the back… like the back back, like at the end of the hall…like, the penthouse corner suite.

In Washington, D.C., I live on the top floor of a building.  This. Ain’t. That. This is a 1 bed room, 2 bathroom, kitchen containing, panoramic view having, corner-suite-situation.  We can see the Arabian Sea from the living room and the city scape from the bedroom. There’s a conference table, a sitting area, a got damn TV above the tub and a closet so big I asked hubby if it was a room for the kids. Trident Hotel got me feeling like:

Why don’t you peep the view and let me know what you think–

Then we checked out the waterfront/Queen’s necklace…

 …where we met an interesting guy from L.A. who is married and yet traveling alone because his wife is with her parents in Australia… and he hates her parents, so… lol.  He also shared that the crowd of excited folks behind us (speaking Hindi) were mistaking hubby for Usher.  And of course my darling husband threatened to get up and bust some moves #LetItBurn–

And finally, we headed for the hotel’s restaurant for lite fares and dranks-

 #FresherThanACertTho

 the view from the spot + the kiddos and their lanterns