Post by noneed2hateme on May 8, 2003 20:21:51 GMT -5
Okay, I have a Bad Motel Story.....here goes, it's kinda long:
I came to BBW a few years ago with a dude that was supposed to be my boy. He had a hotel room that was given to him by one of his boys who worked for BET. BET was supposedly covering BBW that year (1998) and they had some "extra rooms". I wasn't even planning on going, so it was all last minute type stuff. The motel was the Castaways (10th and N. Ocean). Okay, the set up portion is complete.
We get to this motel ($309 for 3 nights), and I see lots of people outside chillin, and there was a pool in the front that looked like Day Day's pool in "Next Friday", no joke. I'm walking around looking for the lobby to check in. OOPS, you check in inside the little convenience store on the ground level. So, after such a long drive, I get a nice cold bottle of water, some chips and proceed to the cashier, who then checked me in. I was looking for the keycard machine, the board that all the keys hang on or just anything resembling a room key. Then the cashier lifts the cash drawer, pulls a key out and gives it to me. He says that the regular rooms were overbooked, so he's forced to give me a 2 bedroom suite. YIPPEEE!!!! Incidentally, the cashier just added the cost of the water and chips right to the cost of the room, I think they call that bundling. Now to the room...
We get to the door of the "suite" and I had problems opening the door. Then suddenly, the door opened like someone had opened it from the inside, yep I thought someone was in there and I was right. It was, to date, THE largest ROACH I've ever seen, and his family was in town for the event too! They didn't even scatter like the good old fashion "Good Times" roaches do. They just stood there with all there arms crossed just postin up, flossin if you will. I was like HELL NAH!!!!!! I have a hint for Y'all: If you enter a carpeted room with new sneakers on, and you slide across the floor like you are in Disney On Ice, that's not the place to be! There were no phones in the room, but 100 pay phones outside, none of which let you use a calling card. The room was SUPPOSED to be OCEANVIEW. Check this, there was another building blocking all but about 4 inches of "VIEW"! The balcony...OH THE BALCONY...the guard rail was held up ONLY by some DUCT TAPE!!! I took my bags back down to the "lobby" and lied to the guy and said that I had a family emergency and could not stay. He charged me for one night and told me to come back at 8am to get my refund. It was 3 then, so I said fuc it, I'll sleep in the truck. I went back to the room to tell my "boy" to get his stuff and just come and sleep in the truck, and this BAMMA was undressed down to his underwear, curled up on one the those roach-infested beds in the fetal position sleepin like a lil baby. That's when I knew he couldn't hang with me anymore.
I came to BBW a few years ago with a dude that was supposed to be my boy. He had a hotel room that was given to him by one of his boys who worked for BET. BET was supposedly covering BBW that year (1998) and they had some "extra rooms". I wasn't even planning on going, so it was all last minute type stuff. The motel was the Castaways (10th and N. Ocean). Okay, the set up portion is complete.
We get to this motel ($309 for 3 nights), and I see lots of people outside chillin, and there was a pool in the front that looked like Day Day's pool in "Next Friday", no joke. I'm walking around looking for the lobby to check in. OOPS, you check in inside the little convenience store on the ground level. So, after such a long drive, I get a nice cold bottle of water, some chips and proceed to the cashier, who then checked me in. I was looking for the keycard machine, the board that all the keys hang on or just anything resembling a room key. Then the cashier lifts the cash drawer, pulls a key out and gives it to me. He says that the regular rooms were overbooked, so he's forced to give me a 2 bedroom suite. YIPPEEE!!!! Incidentally, the cashier just added the cost of the water and chips right to the cost of the room, I think they call that bundling. Now to the room...
We get to the door of the "suite" and I had problems opening the door. Then suddenly, the door opened like someone had opened it from the inside, yep I thought someone was in there and I was right. It was, to date, THE largest ROACH I've ever seen, and his family was in town for the event too! They didn't even scatter like the good old fashion "Good Times" roaches do. They just stood there with all there arms crossed just postin up, flossin if you will. I was like HELL NAH!!!!!! I have a hint for Y'all: If you enter a carpeted room with new sneakers on, and you slide across the floor like you are in Disney On Ice, that's not the place to be! There were no phones in the room, but 100 pay phones outside, none of which let you use a calling card. The room was SUPPOSED to be OCEANVIEW. Check this, there was another building blocking all but about 4 inches of "VIEW"! The balcony...OH THE BALCONY...the guard rail was held up ONLY by some DUCT TAPE!!! I took my bags back down to the "lobby" and lied to the guy and said that I had a family emergency and could not stay. He charged me for one night and told me to come back at 8am to get my refund. It was 3 then, so I said fuc it, I'll sleep in the truck. I went back to the room to tell my "boy" to get his stuff and just come and sleep in the truck, and this BAMMA was undressed down to his underwear, curled up on one the those roach-infested beds in the fetal position sleepin like a lil baby. That's when I knew he couldn't hang with me anymore.
