Currently on an anniversary stay at a luxury hotel and spa with my girlfriend. Naturally, the first thing I checked out was the gym. Actually it was one of the last, but for good reason. No squat rack, barbells, bench press bench, or heavy dumbbells, but the pampered weenies have what matters: coffee machine, fresh towels, water coolers, giant mirrors, HD televisions. This hotel needs to grow five mustaches just to be tough enough for a breast pump commercial. Luckily the spa itself isn't something that needs gallons of testosterone to acquire approval (though some spikes wouldn't hurt).
Awesome night, though.