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December 12, 2023
Gaige House: where paint is more of a suggestion; where no detail is too important to ignore; where loud, rattling things go to have their annual convention; where having someone stomp around above you is really an opportunity to enjoy history. Don't worry, though! There's nobody here to help you after 7 PM, so your problems are best dealt with through self-reflection. Oops! The "meditation area" is literally a partially-covered shed-type structure near the lights-on-all-night pool situation. I loved the stream just adjacent, but had a hard time finding peace while staring into the dining room of the house just past the opposite fence. I didn't have much time to contemplate, though, because the adjacent stack of pool equipment kicked into overdrive right on cue. The amenities don't matter: management is so cheap that there are drugstore air cleaners loudly doing their thing in the corner of every common-space room. If your partner wants to turn in early, don't worry: there's a commercial fridge moonlighting as a turbine just down an open staircase from the room you might want to relax in. Odd off-white fixtures that look like sad leftovers of the early 90s are hacked into every surface where they could possibly fit. The mattress that we sleep on at home cost less than a single night of our booking and yet climbing into bed here made me wish for an airport motel. At least there you know what you're getting: quiet, private, and no pretense. This, by the way, was no different in our actual rooms. I've stayed in two rooms here now, one in the original house and one in the new "Japanese-inspired" suites. Both had the same set of issues, but just to give you a sense, in the more expensive room (the suite): - There was a ridiculous in-room AC unit, perched up on some built-in cabinetry, so loud we had to turn it off right away. - We had a lovely-looking iron kettle and tea set, but no tea available in the room for us to brew. - Our room had a small enclosed courtyard, but there were a few low-voltage cable runs cheaply stapled up and down the exterior of the building. - All of the exterior wooden shingles looked like they were five years past due for some upkeep. - The entire "Japanese" area of the property has cheesy music piped into its ourdoor areas... - ... but don't worry, you can still hear what sounds like highway noise from the adjacent road, even though it looks on a map like it is just a neighborhood-level artery. - There was a gorgeous granite bathtub, but the drain valve in it was broken... so they gave us a plastic disc to plug the bottom of the bathtub with. (It was already in the room, and they didn't seem particularly interested when we mentioned it to the folks in the office.) - There were chunks of plaster missing in the bathroom in a way that exposed some framing hardware. - Our other private outdoor area was impossible to enjoy because a large commercial HVAC unit would cycle and off every few minutes, and would produc