Life in a Carlsbad Hotel

So you may or may not know that I lived in a hotel for over two months, actually one of the better hotels in town. My room was one of the suites, one of the better suites to be exact, so it had a kitchenette and a sitting room. Don't let this fool you...this hotel was pretty classy:

• Apparently the designers/hotel management had no concept of thermodynamics...they put the smoking rooms on the bottom floor and the nonsmoking rooms on the top. Coming home and having the smell of cigarettes (or pot for a few days) hit me was totally cool (yeah...no).
• Normally when you have a kitchenette in the hotel, you usually get silverware, cups, plates, maybe even cooking supplies like pots and pans (or at least you can request them)...not so in Carlsbad. Apparently they had such a problem with people stealing them they stopped handing them out, or even having them available on request. Very lame actually for someone living out of a suitcase in a hotel.
• Once I came out to find a family having a bar-b-que in front of their hotel room door on a camper grill.
• The third night I lived there I was turning into the hotel and the entrance was blocked by two police cars and an ambulance...later I found out someone was shot there
• One Saturday morning I awoke to find about a dozen kids playing some sort of run around and beat eachother up game around the whole hotel...they looked like local kids which was even better

Ahhh the _____ Inn, you can see they have a lounge, which will be the subject of a whole other post...get excited. Yeah, it's totally classy.