Welcome to the Hotel California

My friend from grad school came to spend Christmas with the Crazy Clan. The parents have been renovating the house and haven't gotten a guest room set up yet so I decided to get a hotel room. Here's how that panned out.

The view. Ah, the smell of rubber in the morning!

So, the cleaning lady's been on a break since 1982?,

Gag me. That's hair on the blanket and hair on the ceiling in the shower. The CEILING.

My poor friend. The lesson learned here- always ask to see the room and never pay for the room without seeing it and then come back at 8PM. You might find yourself staying in the Bates Motel, sleeping in yoour jacket on someone else's hair.