I stayed at the Ritz Carlton 5 years ago and got upgraded to some sort of fancy-schmancy suite because my room wasn't ready. It was a very weird experience, complete with bath menu (you could have a maid draw a bath with rubber ducky and piped in music for $50, but it didn't say how much to tip her):
and a lounge where there were five "food presentations" per day. Apparently Usher was on the same floor at the same time, and fell asleep in his bathtub and flooded the room below him, but I never saw him.
Anyway, the Ritz Carlton still sends me email despite my being disabled and poor now.
Oh, Ritz Carlton, you so funny.