While the associates were friendly enough, the property is in dire need of a COMPLETE renovation. From the ‘80s decor, to the VERY low bathroom vanity where I had to almost squat to brush my teeth, to the polyester dark floral bedspread on the terminally flattened hard mattress, to the funk that immediately hit me when I opened my room door. Despite being a “non-smoking” room, it was apparent that the ghost of Marlboro past and marijuana and flip sweat and donkey rump and body fluids continued to haunt that space. I feared for my pest-free life with every step on the carpet that likely used to be a very gleeful and much lighter color than its current moody suicidal darkness. It was a smell that makes you expect to see critters and hope the stink does not get into your clothes. Ironically, (thankfully) I did not see any critters, the hotel and my room were tidy, and the door locks/keys were electronic. But, unfortunately, my mind had already been sent spinning. I barely slept for fear of something tiny or minute like lice or something. To be clear, there was no evidence of lice, but my mind made my scalp itch all night anyway. I’ll probably end up buying some RID spray later, just in case. Screw supply and demand, the price was not worth the value. Otherwise, my stay was okay and convenient in distance to my friends.