Comments on: Psychotel

By: Geoffo

Geoffo — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 23:35:08 +0000

This is not at all a sign of mental illness

By: Liz

Liz — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:54:02 +0000

Thank you for making me laugh!

By: MemeGRL

MemeGRL — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:25:21 +0000

We really were separated at birth. In my prior life (ie, before kids) I spent about 12 weeks a year in hotels. And I did every single thing you describe.

By: terry

terry — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:01:10 +0000

i used to think I could live at a hotel..that is until I met a friend who actually has spent most of her adult life living in a hotel. She told me how claustrophobic it can be. And how the maid service always seems to be there.

I still think it would be wonderful at a place like the Ritz or the St. Regis or a lovely Relais Chateau!

By: MelanieO

MelanieO — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:59:28 +0000

I hear you on the kleptomania and its limits. I once mistakenly brought home a hair dryer from a very nice NYC hotel. When I realized what I had done, I mailed it back before they could put out an APB on me. The next time I stayed at that hotel, there was no hair dryer in the bathroom and I was convinced it was payback for my prior indiscretion.

By: jennifer

jennifer — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:57:13 +0000

This reminded me of a chapter called “The Mystifying Allure of Gratuitous Luxury” from the David Cross book “I Drink for a Reason.” Here’s the relevant portion about a hotel stay, when a maid burst in on David at a bad time.
“What does ever so slightly bother me…is the reason the maid was going to enter my room in the first place. She was there to administer the “turn down service.” She was given a key to my room for the sole purpose of turning down one of the corners of my bedsheet and to leave a small piece of chocolate on the pillow. Thank you, but no. The sight of a mini chocolate on my newly exposed pillow does nothing for me. Absolutely nothing at all. Am I to be filled with the warm, comforting sense of being cared by a nurturing Dominican grandma? The wholly satisfied feeling of being luxuriously pampered by an unseen but benign corporate nanny? I find it odd that this practice exists. The idea that after a long, tiring day in a strange town or even stranger culture, that I’ve come “home” to a place where a strange lady of decidedly lesser economic class and status is dispatched to my room to move my sheets around and leave a tidbit of chocolate like some lazy, under-achieving elf.”

By: Emily

Emily — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:41:22 +0000

I think it is art. I couldnt find any other use for it. BTW – this is a fantastic hotel in DC. The room is divided into two parts by a partial wall that has a rotating flat screen TV in the middle so you can watch in the sitting area and then turn the TV around to watch in bed. I of course rotated this TV at least 20 times.

By: ladyrock13

ladyrock13 — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:13:09 +0000

I love the visual of you in fast forward around your room trying everything out.

By the way, what’s on the desk in this picture? A giant pepper grinder and a salt shaker?