If you miss the seventies, have I got the motel for you. My room looked like an interior set for SCTV. I expected the Schmenge Brothers to arrive for the exchanging of the socks at any time. The bathroom was decorated entirely in pink fixtures, including a pink plastic heart-shaped trash can. The door was of tufted leather, which I still don’t understand. The air conditioning really didn’t work(and due to the shape of the room it only conditioned the air in the little nook near the bathroom), and either the showerhead or the water pressure made my shower viciously needly. Fortunately we’d just finished shooting our last show of our Fourth of July run, and I was too damn tired to care. But as far as I can tell, the room was at least clean.