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Memos Tagged Hotels


Jan122010

Leaving Shit You Need At Hotels

I recently went to a wedding about 4 hours away from where I currently reside. It was a great wedding with plenty of booze consumed and some sweet ass dance moves.  Everyone in the wedding party got AIDS (of the beastman variety), it was a blast.

I knew the hotel we stayed at was going to be trouble when they told me they had no record of my reservation…one that I had made about 6 months ahead of time to play it safe. It eventually was rectified. The morning after we made a hasty (and hung over) retreat, it wasn’t till the next day that I realized I had left my clothes I had worn at the rehearsal dinner at the hotel. Extremely frustrated, I called them to see what could be done about this. The first thing they told me was once they discovered clothes were left behind, they asked other wedding patrons of the hotel if they knew/if they could bring my clothes back to me. At that point, most of the people I had known (as it wasn’t a family member who got married) had already left. They then told me I could pick up the clothes at any time at the hotel. This of course was not a feasible option and eventually the clothes were mailed to me.

My question is, if I gave you my fucking phone number when I checked in, why didn’t you call me? If you called me quick enough I could have turned around and got the damn clothes! What If I hadn’t noticed? They would have been walking around in one of my suits. Why is it not a policy for hotels to contact the person if they leave something? That’s fucking bullshit.


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Oct142009

Fuck Off Philadelphia, PA

Up until this weekend, I had no issues with Philadelphia. Not only is it a fascinating hot bed of American history but it also share’s the title and location of one of TCM’s favorite TV shows.

On Columbus day I was lucky enough to attend a concert by the band, Them Crooked Vultures (more on that in a future post). Haven’t heard of them? That’s because they haven’t released an album yet and no singles. Trust me by 2010 you will know who they are.

Anyway, my companions and I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express right in downtown Philly. It was a swanky ass hotel with the WORST parking garage you have ever seen. By this I mean it was limited parking to begin with and the parking attendant spends his whole day moving cars in and out with some Austin Powers maneuvering so someone can go away for an hour and than come back. It’s hard to explain, but it was a serious game of Tetris.

When we went to check out the next morning, they slipped the bill receipt under the door. The bill had 4 charges, accommodations (obviously) and parking were the first 2. The next 2 were something I’ve never seen before in my entire life:

A state occupancy tax and a city occupancy tax.

bill Fuck Off Philadelphia, PA

What. The. Fuck.

I have never seen such a thing in my entire life. Are you telling me it costs my ass extra money just to stay in your shit-tastic state, not to mention an additional fee to stay in a city within that state? That is fucking bold, Pennsylvania. You need to get off your high horse and sit the fuck down.


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