SOMETIMES THERE'S GOOD, SOMETIMES THERE'S BAD...
THE HOTEL NO-TELL
February 16, 2006 - Last minute reservations at a city teeming with tourists for the weekend can be a hard thing to come by. As we pulled up to our hotel a ways away from
the city center, our eyes lit up on the lit sign announcing the hotel's bar: Brewsky's. We parked, grabbed our bags and couldn't help but notice crowds of teenagers skateboarding around the dim parking lot. As we entered the deserted lobby, the tattered flag flapped in the cool breeze.
I joked that any hotel would compare favorably to the warehouse-garage conditions that I reside in back in Austin. but none of us were prepared for the what lay ahead. DMac and I checked into our room, and received the brunt of the lemon-fresh hyper cleanser sprayed into the room before our arrival. DMac and I rolled our eyes and laughed a bit, and optimistically hoped athlete's foot was the only thing we'd pick up at our room.
Our room was on the courtyard, overlooking the decrepit pool and surrounded by room parties and skateboarding teens. Various stains appeared in the worst places to find them, and after checking with our comrades scattered throughout the hotel, we all reached the conclusion the hotel was a little rough around the edges.
So after our first dinner, we stopped off at a late hours Walmart and DMac and I stocked up on candles, clean wipes and contemplated buying some sheets. We made it a ritual to sleep in our clothes, and made an imaginary list of needs to keep us going: Hepatitis shots, razor blades and more Lysol. Words can only describe so much, so take a look at some of the pictures from the worst hotel in Houston: |
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