Worst night of my life.
Where do I even start?
The first room smelled like a bathroom—like someone had been using it as one. Disgusting. We asked for another room, but things didn’t get much better.
The second room’s door wasn’t even shut when we arrived. When we closed it, we realized we couldn’t get back in because the lock was malfunctioning. At one point, it opened on its own. I reported it to the office, but they didn’t seem surprised, meaning they already knew.
The place was dirty, but the real nightmare was our neighbors. It was clear they were dealing drugs all night—slamming doors every 2 to 3 minutes, yelling, running up and down the stairs, and bringing in different people constantly. Unless it was an all-night insomniac convention, they were definitely up to something illegal.
And the worst part? The staff knew. The front desk woman put us in that room despite knowing what was going on.
One guy was skateboarding through the parking lot, running up and down the stairs, hat backward, Bluetooth in his ear, and eyes wide open like he hadn’t slept in days.
I got a refund except for the one miserable night my girlfriend and I spent wide awake, just waiting for morning.
This place should be shut down. Avoid it at all costs.