Coachella is designed to be a weekend of choices, many of them first world problems that have no wrong or bad answer. Choosing a motel, however, is not like that.
Undoubtedly, the worst choice we made over weekend 2 for Coachella 2015 was booking Holiday
Motel in Indio, where we were charged more money than The Paris Hilton
to stay in a dangerous, run down shithole conveniently located in the
middle of what must be Indio's D-list hooker street. Not just that, but
when we got back Sunday night tarred and feathered with sunscreen and
polo field dirt, we found that the room hadn't even been cleaned. No
fresh towels, nothing.
Also, they use real keys instead of the standard plastic cards that most civilized places have these days. This would be fine if the keys they gave you actually performed the function of locking the door, which as far as I'm concerned is the only thing keys really need to do.
Seriously, we're lucky we weren't killed, kidnapped, or worse staying at that nightmare.
Thanks for nothing you soulless fucks.
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