The Quality of an Inn

On Sunday night, we went to the Funky Formal, an annual end-of-season event for the merchants and cast up at the PA Ren Faire. It was being held at a different hotel this time, due to a change in organizers. I don't think anybody really cared where it was, as long as there was music and alcohol, but those of us who spent the night at the hotel cared a little.

The ironically named Quality Inn left much to be desired in the way of hospitality. Our room was difficult to find because the rooms were outside ("Nobody told me this was a motel," complained Ray) and the light in front of our room was out. When we entered the room, we figured the entire breaker was gone because the light switch wasn't working, and we had to stumble about in the dark for a lamp, any lamp, that would turn on.

When we finally had light in our room, I wasn't horrified at our surroundings, but Ray was upset that we had no in-room fridge for his drinks. The shower had mold on the ceiling, and it looked like someone had recently absconded with the hook on the back of the door. When we were ready to go to bed, we heard the people next door having a huge fight, and the walls were so thin, I thought of mediating their discussion through the wall. All in all, we came to the conclusion that just because it's called the Quality Inn doesn't tell you what kind of quality inn.

The ballroom was quite nice, though; much better than the other place. It's as if the owners spent all their money on the meeting rooms and didn't have enough money for the actual bedrooms.

Stay tuned for adventures at the Funky Formal.