The Adnostic

I was staying at a rat hole of a hotel in New York this week because all the good hotels were taken by people in town for Fashion Week, the US Open, and the UN meeting. A trifecta of a global conspiracy against my personal comfort.

From the outside, the hotel looks okay. Good, recently updated aesthetics. A staff that speaks English. My standards really aren't that high, but I have to draw the line somewhere and that line starts at furnishings, goes midway into personal space, and is blown through the roof by poor hygiene.

I arrived in my room and called Kevin to make plans for dinner:
Kevin: Well, how big is this place?
Me: Let's see... I'm starting at the door. One, two. Two steps to get past the bathroom. One, two, three, four. Four steps to cross the actual room.
Kevin: [laughing] I guess that hotel budget just doesn't go as far as it used to.

Jay called to tell me that he made the front desk change his room because some of the furniture was held together with duct tape.
Me: Does your comforter fit your bed?
Jay: Yes. Why?
Me: Mine looks like it was meant for a twin, but they just said 'what the hell' and put it on my queen. It covers the top of the bed and that's about it.
Jay: Do you have any counter space in the bathroom?
Me: No.
Jay: Me neither. I find this very disappointing.

Then I called Jodi after dinner just to catch up.
Jodi: How bad is it?
Me: Jodi, there's mildew on the ceiling.
Jodi: What ever you do, do not use the comforter.
Me: Good point.