Newport Beach NYE Extravaganza! OYO Waves Hotel Awaits!
Newport Beach NYE Extravaganza! OYO Waves Hotel Awaits! - A Messy, Honest Review
Alright, buckle up, because this isn't your sanitized travel brochure. This is the REAL DEAL, a messy, honest dive into the Newport Beach NYE experience via the OYO Waves Hotel. And let me tell you, it's a wild ride. Prepare for a rambling, opinionated, and occasionally hilarious account of my stay.
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- Meta Description: Forget the glossy brochures! This is a brutally honest review of the OYO Waves Hotel in Newport Beach for New Year's Eve. We dive deep into everything from accessibility to the questionable charms of the buffet. Prepare for a rollercoaster of opinions!
First Impressions (And a Bit of a Panic):
So, we booked this whole shebang for NYE, right? Visions of champagne, fireworks, and sophisticated revelry danced in my head. Reality, of course, was slightly…different. Finding the OYO Waves Hotel was easier than expected, tucked slightly off the main drag, but the building itself…well, let's just say it looked like it had seen more parties than I have! The exterior corridor was…interesting. Exposed to the elements, which, in Newport, means a healthy dose of salt air and the occasional gust of wind carrying someone else's discarded burrito container. (I'm not kidding.)
Accessibility: Where's the Ramp? (And the Patience?)
Okay, so accessibility. This is important, right? I'm putting on my serious face here. The hotel stated facilities for disabled guests. And while there was an elevator (thank the sweet baby Jesus!), the overall feel wasn’t exactly slam-dunk accessible. Navigating the hallways with a wheelchair user could be a tight squeeze in places. I also recall a few moments of exasperation with a non-functioning ramp to enter, with no staff available to assist: a huge bummer, and I hope they have been resolved.
Rooms: Clean-ish, With Caveats:
The room itself… had a certain… character. It wasn’t unclean, mind you, but it wasn’t exactly a pristine palace either. Let's say clean-ish. The carpeting definitely showed the wear and tear of many, many feet. I saw the smoke detector and I was glad to know! The bed was comfortable enough – extra long, thankfully! The bathroom. Well, the shower pressure was…optimistic. And the complimentary toiletries? Let's just say they were a step up from gas station soap, but not by much.
(Rant Alert): The Internet Saga!
This is where things got REAL. Free Wi-Fi? HA! "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!!" the website yelled. Lies! Utter, glorious lies! The connection was spotty at BEST. I spent half my trip fighting with the internet which meant no streamed entertainment and no work. My partner had to use his entire data allowance, which he was not pleased about. And I’m pretty sure I was in a room near the front desk or something else? At least the hotel had an internet LAN.
Things to Do/Ways to Relax: What Happened to the Spa?!
Okay, so the brochure promised a spa, a fitness center, and a pool with a view. I was ready to embrace my inner hedonist! Turns out, the “spa” was more like a glorified closet. The fitness center? A few rusty weights and a treadmill that looked like it pre-dated the internet itself. The pool? Sadly, it wasn’t the picture perfect view I was hoping for. This was a major letdown.
The Good Stuff: (I swear, there's some!)
Alright, before I completely destroy this hotel's reputation, let me bring up some worthy praises. The staff, even if a little harried, were generally friendly and helpful. Shout out to the guy at the front desk who managed to smile at me after I spent a good ten minutes ranting about the Wi-Fi. That takes skill!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Buffet of Regrets (and a few triumphs!)
Breakfast was included. Or, at least, there was a “breakfast service.” Let's just say I had a "breakfast [buffet] experience." The buffet was…well, it was there. I will say that the hard-boiled eggs were rock solid, which means they’d been around for a while. The coffee, however, wasn't terrible. There was an A la carte restaurants as well, not the best one, but the bar and the poolside bar would get the job done.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Anti-Viral Crusade?
In the age of…well, you know…I was pleasantly surprised by the apparent commitment to cleanliness. Hand sanitizer stations galore! Staff wearing masks! While I'm not sure about the effectiveness of the “anti-viral cleaning products” (because, seriously, who really knows?), I appreciated the attempt. Rooms sanitized? I trust not. Daily disinfection in common areas? Sure!. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items? Not sure I saw it.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things (And the Not-So-Little Ones!)
They offered a ton of services. Air conditioning in the public area, concierge services, car park, elevator, daily housekeeping, dry cleaning. Those things are what you would expect for a hotel. I had to carry my luggage up the stairs myself though, the elevator was very busy.
For the Kids: (If You Dared!)
The hotel was family-friendly, or at least they claimed to be. I didn't see any dedicated kids' facilities, but there was a babysitting service.
Getting Around: The Car Park
Car park. Free of charge. Valet parking. Easy access to the city.
The Overall Vibe: A Night Out of Dreams.
So, would I recommend the OYO Waves Hotel for your Newport Beach NYE extravaganza? That's a tough one. It’s…an experience. It’s not luxurious. It's not perfect. But it has a certain charm, a gritty honesty. If you're looking for a no-frills basecamp, a place to collapse after a long day of beach-bumming and celebrating, it might fit the bill. Just pack your own Wi-Fi booster and a healthy dose of skepticism. And maybe earplugs, because those exterior corridors can get noisy!
Final Verdict:
⭐⭐ (Two out of five stars). It needs some serious TLC and the Wi-Fi situation needs a complete overhaul. But hey, at least it wasn't boring!
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive HEADFIRST into my New Year's Eve trip to Newport, Oregon. This isn't going to be some perfectly curated Instagram post, okay? This is the REAL deal. Messy hair, questionable decisions, and all. We’re talking OYO Waves Hotel - or as I've affectionately nicknamed it: "The Wave of Potential Disappointment" (kidding! Mostly). Plus, the whole NYE Beach Newport shindig. Let's see if we survive.
Day 1: Arrival and the Dreaded Check-In
- 1:00 PM: Land in Portland. Jet lag already kicking in. Why are airport lights always so harsh? My hair looks like a bird's nest. Note to self: Invest in a good hat.
- 2:30 PM - 4:00 PM: The Drive. Okay, so the drive to Newport is supposed to be scenic. Which is true, except for the parts where I got stuck behind a semi-truck doing 40 mph and nearly lost my sanity. I'm pretty sure I saw a squirrel give me the side-eye.
- 4:00 PM: Arrive at OYO Waves Hotel. The outside? Surprisingly…okay. Kinda retro, even. The lobby? Eh, a little sterile. The check-in process…LET'S JUST SAY it involved a lot of fumbling for my ID and feeling judged by the slightly glazed-over expression of the front desk clerk. He looked like he'd seen some things. Probably a bad review or two.
- 4:30 PM: The Room! The moment of truth. Carpet: definitely seen some stuff. The view? Technically, a view of the parking lot, but hey, details, details. I promptly flopped on the bed and decided a nap was ESSENTIAL before any attempts to be social could be made.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner at Rogue Ales & Spirits Public House. Okay, now we’re talking. The food was pretty decent – the fish and chips hit the spot after the travels. More important, the beer was phenomenal. I might have sampled a few…for research purposes, obviously. The atmosphere was lively, loud, and filled with the promise of a good night. I even overheard some of the locals joking about the tourists. (I may have felt a little self-conscious at that point. Shhh.)
- 8:00PM: Back to the hotel. I have no idea what the other guests are up to. I hear murmurs and some occasional music. I’m planning, in my mind, to be a “cultured” traveller and go to a local bar. But I’m still not entirely sure I can muster the energy for it. Let’s see.
Day 2: Beachy Keen (and a Potential Hangover)
- 8:00 AM: (Slightly groggy) Wake up. Coffee, my friend, coffee. Otherwise, it's going to be a very long day. I'm probably going to need to order a second cup.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel's continental breakfast (complimentary!). This is the moment of truth. Let’s see how many weird choices they made. I will report back!
- 10:00 AM: BEACH TIME. Finally. Walking the beach. Waves crashing. Okay, this is what I came for. Salty air, the vastness of the ocean… pure therapy. I actually took my shoes off and felt the sand between my toes. For a few minutes I even forgot about the slightly questionable carpet in my room.
- 11:00 AM -1:00 PM Explorations! Explored the Yaquina Head Outstanding Natural Area. Saw the Yaquina Head Lighthouse. Pretty cool, but the wind nearly blew me away. Definitely worth it, though. The view of the coastline was incredible.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. Grab a quick bite at a local deli. Something simple, nothing too fancy. Need to pace myself; New Year’s Eve celebrations are STILL on the horizon.
- 2:00 PM: More Beach. I’m starting to love this. I like all the stuff that washes up on the shore. Some fun shells and things from the deep.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Attempt to relax at the hotel and prepare the New Years Eve
- 6:00 PM: PRE-GAME at the hotel room – getting ready for the NYE festivities.
- 8:00 PM: NYE Beach Newport Time! This is it! Fireworks, crowds. The anticipation is already building.
- Rambling Thought: Okay, okay, this part is going to be insane. Pray for me. I’m not a huge fan of crowds, but here we are. Trying to soak in the festive atmosphere! I’m a little worried I’ll get lost. Wish me luck.
- 12:00 AM: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! (Or, hopefully, that’s what I’ll be saying). Fireworks, champagne, and trying not to trip on the sand. Emotional reaction: pure joy and a fleeting moment of awe. Then: probably a strong desire for a very long nap.
Day 3: Post-Celebration and Reflections
- 9:00 AM: Wake up with a slight hangover. I knew I shouldn't have had that extra glass of champagne. Still, the memories of the fireworks and the general merriment are enough to bring on a smile.
- 10:00 AM: Check Out. Saying goodbye to the Wave of Potential Disappointment. Overall, it wasn’t terrible. Just…interesting.
- 11:00 AM: Coffee. Needed. I need a lot of coffee.
- 12:00 PM: Last stroll on the beach. Trying to capture the magic of the ocean one last time. Feeling nostalgic. I can't believe it's over!
- 1:00 PM: Road trip home.
- 2:00 PM: Reflecting. Newport, you were…something. A mix of beauty, quirkiness, and a whole lot of wind. Would I come back? Maybe. But I would definitely pack a better hat. And maybe try to secure a room not facing the parking lot.
So there you have it. My incredibly honest and (hopefully) entertaining account of my New Year's Eve trip to Newport. It wasn’t perfect, but it was mine. And honestly? That's all that matters. Now, if you'll excuse me, I’m going to go and nap for the rest of the day. Happy New Year, everyone! Don’t forget your hat!
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Ugh, Okay, So What *IS* the Thing We're Supposed to Be Talking About? Let's Pretend I'm a Clueless Tourist.
Right, right. "The Thing." Okay, look, I can't exactly *say* what we're talking about, because, you know... the rules. But let's just say it's a… complicated topic. Imagine a giant, shimmering, existential iceberg. We're poking around the tip, hoping we don't accidentally sail the Titanic into its icy depths. It's about… well, figuring stuff out, I guess? And probably messing it up along the way. Welcome aboard!
Is This Going to Be, Like, Actually Helpful? Or Just a Bunch of Jargon? Because Honestly, I'm Already Exhausted.
Helpful? Pfft. Helpful is a myth. Okay, okay, I’ll try. But no promises. I'm more of a 'commiserating with you while we stumble in the dark' kind of guide. There will be jargon. Sorry. It’s like trying to bake a cake without flour – it's just gonna be… incomplete. But I *promise* not to bore you to actual tears. *Hopefully*. Think of this as a messy, imperfect journey, like trying to assemble IKEA furniture at 2 AM after three cups of coffee.
So, Like, What Are the "Big Goals" or Whatever? Do We Even *Have* Goals?
Goals? Oh, honey, we're lucky if we make it through the day without accidentally setting the curtains on fire (metaphorically speaking... MOSTLY). If I had to distill it down, the "big goal" is probably… survival. And maybe, just maybe, a tiny sliver of understanding. But mostly, survival. It’s like trying to learn a new language while constantly tripping over your own shoelaces. Frustrating, yes. But hey, at least you’re moving!
Okay, Okay, I Get the Vague Premise. But Where Do I *Start*? I Feel Lost.
Start? That’s the million-dollar question, isn't it? Look, I honestly wish I had a magic button. But I don't. What I *do* have is this: Start by acknowledging the mess. Embrace the chaos. Don't try to be perfect. The first step is always the hardest. It’s like, remember trying to learn to ride a bike? Wobbling, falling, skinned knees… Eventually, you get it (hopefully). It's the same here. Take a deep breath, and just… begin.
What's The MOST Common Issue People Run Into? Is there like, one HUGE pitfall?
Oh, *absolutely*. The biggest pitfall? Trying to be perfect. Seriously. I've fallen into that trap more times than I can count. It's like trying to build a sandcastle during a hurricane. You're going to get sand in your eyes, the waves will crash, and the whole thing will collapse. The quicker you accept the inevitable mess, the better off you'll be. Just… let go of perfection, okay? It's a myth.
Real talk. What’s the hardest part *for you*? Be Honest, Okay?
Okay, okay. Here's the messy truth: the hardest part? Getting started, every single time. The blank page, the blinking cursor... It's paralyzing. But honestly, the hardest part is *staying* with it. There are days where I want to throw my hands up, scream into a pillow, and swear off the whole thing. There was this one time, I was working on a particularly… delicate piece. I spent *days* on it. Then, BAM! A catastrophic software glitch, and the entire thing... GONE. Poof! Like a magician's trick. I almost quit everything that day. But here I am, still stumbling along. Because… what’s the alternative, really?
Any Tiny "Wins" You Can Share? Any small victories to keep me going?
Oh, yes! Absolutely! Tiny victories are EVERYTHING. The ability to actually *start* a sentence? That’s a win. Finishing a paragraph without spontaneously combusting? Huge win. And, okay, sometimes the “wins” are more… internal. Like, the other day, I managed to resist the urge to re-write the same sentence for the *thirtieth* time! That felt pretty good. So, celebrate the small stuff. You survived the day? Champ! You finished a project? Hero! It’s all a big, messy, beautiful pile of progress.
What Should I *NOT* Do? Any absolute no-nos?
Stay away from judging yourself – especially at the beginning. Seriously. It's like trying to train a puppy by yelling at it. It'll just hide under the couch. Don't compare yourself to others. Their journey is NOT your journey. And for the love of all that is holy, DON'T beat yourself up over mistakes. You *will* make them. Embrace the mess! It’s part of the fun. Okay, maybe not fun. Part of the *process* then.
What is the actual End Goal of "The Thing"? Where are we trying to get to (vaguely!)?
The end goal? Ugh, is there even an "end"? I don’t know. I seriously doubt it. It’s like asking what the end goal of life is. To breathe? To eat pizza? To learn how to parallel park? Probably. But… I’m aiming for understanding. A clearer picture. A better grip on how to... navigate. Maybe. Hopefully. That’s it.
OKAY, So, what if I completely screw up? Like, majorly? A Total Disaster?
Well, first, take a deep breath. Then, maybe scream into a pillow. Then? Analyze what went wrong, learn from it, and move on. Seriously. I've had disasters. Complete, utter, spectacular disasters. ThinkChicstayst
