Continuing the longest ever recap of a comic book con in American history…
After a great dinner at AMERICAN WHISKEY on West 30th Street (Thanks for the recommendation Robert!) we headed back uptown to our hotel on West 58th Street— the Hudson Hotel.
We had chosen the Hudson for two reasons; 1. It was available and 2. It wasn’t an absolute bed bug infested rat hole like some of the hotels around Madison Square Garden were.
We got back to the Hudson at around 11pm after a long day at the show and walking back about 30 blocks from dinner. When we had checked in that morning to drop off our bags the room wasn’t ready so they didn’t give us a key— that was mistake #1 because we had to wait in a long checkout line again. I often scoff at the maze like devices banks use to get you to a teller (does anyone go inside a bank anymore??) but it’s preferable to the Thunderdome style of check in this place employed. There was a long counter behind which were desk clerks who kept walking away and coming back with a towel or two towels. That seemed kind of odd to me but I didn’t think much of it. The five or six clerks were each at their station and helping people and there was one other couple waiting to check in so we dutifully stood behind that couple so they could go to the next available window and then we’d get the next and so on. That’s how lines works folks, or ques since the vast majority of people who came in after us were German or Italian tourists and many of them simply bypassed the whole line system and just walked up to the next window—outraging the woman standing in front of us. Well I would have none of it so I went up to a French Couple who had cut the line, addressing the male.
”Hey Frenchy, there’s a line here.”
”No we are already checked in.”
”Yeah, so are we. Get in line.”
”But we are already checked in.”
”Listen, I don’t know how you do it in Paris but here we follow the rule of lines.”
The woman, tears in her eyes, looked at me “But we have no towels in our room and there is a big bloodstain on the blanket.”
The Eff you say? This piqued my interest. I turned to the woman behind me, a youngish woman (American) and she smiled and said “I have no towels in my room either, and there’s a stain on my sheets too.”
”Is it blood?” I ask.
”It could be. I’m not sure.”
Wow this was shaping up to be something. We got checked in and I asked for towels, lying and telling the desk clerk we had none. I figured it would be better to chance it and have extra towels than to have to find some later. She apologized and said she’d get me some, then walked away and said she’d be right back.
I turned to the woman behind me. “I have a good feeling about this. I think you’ll get some new sheets too.”
”I hope so.” She said.
The clerk came back a few seconds later, empty handed. “I’m sorry, we don’t have any down there, I’ll have them sent up to your room.”
I turned back to the woman behind me, “I no longer have a good feeling about this.”
I made her promise to send up towels and she gave me the room key and we headed downstairs to get our bags only to learn we had to go back to the front desk and have them sent up with a doorman. I made my way back up the escalator, sent Veronica ahead to our room and went to the same desk clerk and told her about the luggage, she promised to take care of that too. I made her double dog swear. Nobody ever jinxes a double dog swear.
I got in the elevator which was very small and rode up to the 20th floor. The doors opened on the narrowest hallway I’ve ever seen. Not only narrow, but winding. There were signs painted in the Nuevo European style to match the rest of the decor telling me which way to go, and it was almost exactly like the episode of Batman when he’s trapped in the catacombs of a building looking for Robin and he ends up getting so lost he has to place little illuminated Bat-symbols on the wall so he can find his way. I’m not kidding, walking down the hallway my shoulders were almost touching BOTH walls.
I found our room and the hallways suddenly seemed massive by comparison. There wasn’t room for me to take my shoes off. The bathroom, which was super ultra modern had glass walls with an opaque curtain that hid nothing. If you were showering or taking a bathroom break everyone in the room would be having a show. Not a giant deal for a married couple but if I were traveling with a friend or my Mom I’d have checked out. There are some things you don’t want to see, and some things you can’t unsee.
The baggage captain arrived with our bags, I tipped him and I got a sense that was a rare thing for him based on his response.
I slid the bags in the room which now made the place 50% smaller got myself cleaned up and hopped into another comfortable bed.
Next; I wake up screaming and Saturday at the Show should be busy, right?