So you know how in the 1970s at Holiday Inns when they've got the googie architecture with the angles and orange and stuff they've got the bar/lounge place with the velvety seats and the stage- and that's where "washed up musicians play". well, Okay so i present to you an alternate timeline where instead of things all looking like nothing and nobody doing anything Because Phones, we have the lounge and now the experimental MOOG trans girl musician playing thursday nights. There's a regional furry art gallery night (fursuits welcome) every month; all anthros, no instagram posers. record show in april, 8 tracks in august and a computer show in may with all the hottest commodore and atari systems with the local shareware available.

the carpet is burgundy, navy and forest green all blended in a persian style. walls a delicately off-white texture featuring pinstripes of gold and green. plants, the real deal and cared for by the live-in gardener, all inside. no rushing here, the hotel is just as much part of every event as any guest or performer and must be taken in as such. Three strange days stretch to what feels like 30 of them. It feels like a home away from home, despite your home looking nothing like it. Not just a room for the weekend, memories to last a lifetime. Who needs all that zooming around when everything you want is right here with you now?