We just came back from meeting a friend for drinks at the Mayflower Hotel, here in Washington, DC. We expressed a desire to see the door of the infamous room where New York Governor Eliot Spitzer got it on with that high-class hooker, “Kristen.” But we’d heard, on the radio, that the hotel had stationed a guard on the eighth floor, to prevent gawkers from walking past the notorious room 871 (just as travelers have besieged the Minneapolis airport bathroom made famous by Senator Larry Craig).
As it turned out, we were in luck. Our friend was staying at the Mayflower — on the eighth floor, conveniently enough. So we were able to make our way up there without any problem.
When we got up there, we didn’t see a guard; perhaps the guard was removed after the initial frenzy died down. But we did notice the hotel had removed the “871″ nameplate, presumably to prevent scandal-tourists like ourselves from taking photographs of it.
Correction: It appears that the “871″ room number wasn’t removed by the hotel, but was stolen.
So all we can give you are photos of (1) the door to room no. 871, and (2) the marks where the nameplate used to be. Check them out, after the jump.

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Here’s the latest crazy Eliot Spitzer rumor we’ve heard. In the past few days, there has been a torrent of Spitzer coverage, so we apologize if it has surfaced elsewhere. But we don’t recall coming across this tidbit already, and our Google News and Technorati searches for “spitzer lick” came up… clean.
This comes from a reliable ATL tipster, whose true identity is known to us, and who has given us good info in the past. But the tipster is two degrees removed from the young woman who allegedly interacted with Governor Spitzer, so apply whatever gossip discount factor you deem appropriate. Here it is:

[A friend of a friend is] a Swiss-Brazilian girl who went to D.C. to f**k Spitzer over the summer. Apparently he’s been up to this for awhile.

Apparently, his dirty request is for girls to lick his ass. Which seems peculiarly apropos. And he wanted to get his wife in on the action. My friend thought his wife might have known, but wasn’t sure.

Sounds pretty incredible, right? But the notion of New York’s governor patronizing prostitutes would have sounded pretty incredible too, prior to Monday. If you can buy the notion of a sitting governor hiring hookers, why can’t you imagine him sitting on their faces?
Also, our source claims to have heard about it three weeks ago, well before the scandal became public. At the time, he says, he “thought it was bogus.” Little did he know.
It’s hard to believe that Governor Spitzer thought he could keep his patronage of prostitutes secret for long, given his political prominence. As we heard someone quip on a talk radio show a few days ago, “Does he really believe that prostitutes don’t read newspapers?”
Update: Comment of the day:

The tipster forgot to mention that he made the girls wear AIG T-Shirts when they had to slobber up.

Posted by: silda wall | March 13, 2008 03:31 PM