Nick Summy's State Wrestling 2003 recap
This year state wrestling was by far pushed further than any other limit previously set on any of the skywalk hotels. While I thought the cigarette burns in the carpet 2 years previous was a high (or low) point, this was apparently not the case to Savery hotel officials. When a lady called Josh Carpenter’s house a mere hours after we checked out, I knew the gig was up. The question was what gig? Was it the hundreds of beer cans that were still strewn all over the room even after I had spent all morning cleaning up? Or was it the used and abused hot tub? Or perhaps it was yet one of the bathrooms that had a combination of an over flown toilet and vomit in the shower. Can this really be the end? Stuck in Wilton with the Des Moines blues again.
I knew the games were over when I was charged an extra $200 by the Hotel Slavery. On top of that, the hotel totally messed up the billing, and I ended up with $85 in overdraft charges from my bank. Calling the hotel was no help, the director of the rooms failed to see any of my points. He was obviously upset over the state of the bathroom and the used condom wrappers. I can just picture him sitting in his air conditioned office wearing an Acapulco shirt, getting a massage from one of those non-English speaking cleaning ladies, screaming and carrying on about some good ole boys having a good time at his hotel’s expense. The $200 charge ended up being for 2 broken couch legs. Although the room director wasn’t 100% positive they weren’t broken before we got there, he was pretty sure it was our fault. He didn’t even have an estimate on the work, but offered to send me one. The breakdown of the costs was laughable. 5 hours of labor to fix 2 broken couch legs. The repairman probably was more concerned with his half-full bottle of Thunderbird wine he found in our room than with the actually repairs.
Enough of this small talk though; the bottom line is we are no longer welcome in the Savery Hotel. Oh we will miss you Savery. A place touted as boarding the likes of Woodrow Wilson, Harry Truman, and Eleanor Roosevelt will never hold the likes of us again. The message is simple; they made an example out of us. Hardcore state wrestling party animals are no longer welcome, no matter if they dump a $1000 in a weekend or not. One thing is still for sure though; the welcome mats are slowly rolling out for us at the Marriott for 2004. Let’s just hope we don’t burn all of our bridges though. We may just end up at the Kirkwood, the hotel for people who have fucked up one too many times on the skywalk. Peace out.