Never Ever Stay At The Days Inn Glendale, CA. EVER!!!!!

I am going to spend the weekend in the Springs. I had planned to be there Friday night. But, I kind of got fucked up at the Lone Star Thursday night, and got a really late start on Friday. By midnight I was approaching LA with another 2-3 hours in front of me. So I decided to chuck the Springs for the evening and stop in LA for the night.

I called a friend of mine and asked him to go on petswelcome.com to find me a place. My trusty Red Rood and LaQuinta didn't have any hotels in the immediate LA area. So I had to try something new. Not being that familiar with LA is a problem, especially since I'm trying to talk another person through it who is also not familiar with LA.

The only thing he could find that was reasonably priced in anywhere I was remotely familiar with was the Days Inn in Glendale. At 134 and Pacific Avenue. Big mistake.

I've never been a big fan of Days Inn. Stayed at a couple of them years ago, and didn't come away impressed. I should have let my gut be my guide and sing (to the tune of Rehab)...."They want me to go to Days Inn, I said NO NO NO." But my only other choice was a Quality Inn in Pasadena that got terrible reviews. Something about finding a pubic hair on the lampshade and cum stains on the wall. How did they know it was a cum stain I wonder?

My first sign that this would be a misadventure was as my friend was reading about the hotel on the website. "Built in 1972. Last remodeled in 1991."

The hotel has that "I used to be a nice Sheraton years ago but now I'm some cheap Days Inn" look. Those kind of places always make me kind of sad, as I think of their faded glory. This is one of those chain hotels that isn't owned by the chain. And that always can be problematic.

As I was checking in, I was disturbed at the sign that said "hotel does not guarantee a parking space will be available." I inquired about the parking and was told there were three parking lots. One on the side, one across the street, and a third "down the street by the Shell station."

They wouldn't accept my debit card because of a "problem with the system" so I had to whip out a credit card. Then it was off to my room on the creaky elevator.

The room was pretty much what I expected. Outdated. At least it was clean. No pubic hair or cum stains.

The assholes next door were having some kind of wild party. Lots of noise. Screaming. And what sounded like bodies being thrown against the wall. They must have been having fun, because when I stepped out on the balcony I noticed the hookah on their balcony. I kept wondering when the cops would show up or a bullet would fly through my wall.

After I got settled, I checked to see if they had wireless. Thankfully they did. But I didn't have the code. So I called the front desk and was told they couldn't give me the code over the phone, I would have to come down. This is not exactly a place that makes things easy for the customer.

So I got dressed and headed to the front desk. When I got on the elevator there was music. Loud music. Crystal Blue Persuasion was playing. That's when I started wondering if I was in one of those "Final Destination" movies where the strange music comes out of nowhere.

Anyway, I made it through the night. But I hate this place so much I had to post this negative review before I do anything else today. Whatever you do, don't stay in the Days Inn Glendale, California.