Lizardy: that's a good word for this complacent sunbaked pile. I wish I could say Fredericksburg-Roady, with all the, uh, charm that implies, but fifty dollars for a night? You can buy a lot of duct tape with that kind of money, and the owner apparently did. It was all around the doorways. The dramatically canted mirror on the wall seemed a nice touch, until I realized it was STUCK that way - I couldn't straighten it! Bathroom in well-advanced decay. Curiously lumpy pillows: what's INSIDE these things, mushrooms? But I did sleep well - gotta give it that much. I did not expect to sleep well, as right after my check-in, the neighbor started pounding and yanking his door. Perhaps he was being cuckolded. We can hope.
The clerk was efficient, perhaps because he wasted no time on things like changing his shirt. Either that, or he owned several with "Suck Head Eat Tail" printed on them. I suspect you can get a bulk discount on menswear of that sort.
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