This made me laugh out loud:
I can’t speak for the delegates or ther foreign dignitaries, but many of the journalists I have spoken with here are appalled at the accommodations in Charlotte to which they were assigned by the DNC. National Review was assigned to two Knights Inn properties. Everyone who saw them fled immediately across state lines to an available Marriott in South Carolina rather than stay there. As one of our political correspondents reported:
The Knights Inn was the worst hotel I have ever seen, and I’ve stayed in many bad motels in my life. Two guys were dealing drugs in the room next to me, and a prostitute was working out of the parking lot. And this was in the early afternoon. The room itself was dirty, full of other people’s stuff, etc.
I have never requested a hotel change in 3 years at NR. This was the first time I felt absolutely compelled.
It’s not as if the DNC couldn’t have figured out something was wrong with the properties. TripAdvisor had these recent comments on one of the Knights Inn properties: “wouldn’t recommend it to my worst enemy,” “scared to death,” and “pimps and prostitutes at night.”
Nor was National Review singled out. Staff members from Politico and the Hill abandoned their assigned hotels, too. Staffers from the Hill found refuge in a cheap Microtel and considered it a comparative oasis.
I have no idea if they intentionally placed the wingnuts in shitty hotels (btw- Knights Inn is not a hotel), but I love it nonetheless. And maybe, since you weren’t singled out, they just put you in the best place they could find you. Regardless, maybe it is time to reflect on the value of union run hotels in other cities… I mean, this is your free market at work, Mr. Fund.
As an aside, one thing I discovered yesterday is that free drinks and buffet tables are the lifeblood of political reporters and bloggers. No one makes plans based on what place would be fun to go, but all I heard from everyone everywhere was “Let’s go to this party, they have an open buffet table.” And then, when the buffet table closes, they load up into cabs and move on to the next place. Must be a DC thing.
BTW- We’ve been calling this the Murder Hotel, but in all actuality, after you get over the fact it isn’t a Westin, it isn’t too bad. The WIFI is the best of any motel/hotel I’ve ever stayed, probably because I am the only one using it. Plus, even though this is allegedly the hood (something the guy running a restaurant next door told me), everyone has been super friendly and nice. Much nicer than the usual stuck up assholes I run into in elevators and the hotel bar when I travel and stay and luxury hotels. I was standing on the balcony looking out, and my neighbor came out, we chatted, I offered him a glass of wine, and we sat and talked for twenty minutes, he hooked me up on some great BBQ places to go, and it was just really pleasant.
It’s also kind of weird (for me, at least) being really the only white person around. I told Imani that now I know what it must be like to be black in West Virginia, and she told me – “No, now you know what it is like being black almost everywhere.”