This is not the La Quinta Inn I remember. This place was really nice. The soaps were thick, so they didn\’t break. Seriously hotel, stop giving us soaps the size of the chards we routinely throw out at home. The towels were large and relatively soft. But my favorite little item was the light switches. They glowed. Every fucking hotel has the light switches in different places. How are we supposed to find them in the dark? Well, La Quinta illuminates them.
Oh, and the internet stayed up the whole time.