It's trite to complain about the slowness of the hotel elevators in the context of the morning commute - a difference of one or two minutes to a three minute commute compared to the two hour commute in Chicago...BUT...these elevators are slow.
I take the stairs which are right by my room. The stairs have a sense of mystery and are not without their own set of frustrations. The first I tried only went up one flight. The second put me in the kitchen. I wandered around for three minutes trying in broken Spanish to ask the way out. The exit doors were right in front of me but I was hesitant because of the signs "Quiet! Meeting Taking Place." One more flight down drops you out on the street (I use this exit to run on the boardwalk, go to the pool, or head into town...la dee da). On the second floor you have to walk down a winding hall - nothing fancy, just white concrete with spare stage lighting parts strewn about. It reminds me of the scene in Spinal Tap when the band gets lost behind the stage trying to get to it.