Worn, filthy carpet in room. A group of Central American men were holding a bachelor party on the 3rd floor. Four doors were propped open with a rock, with a lookout at each door and the elevator with a small walkie-talkie to direct and endless stream of visitors carrying alcohol, portable stereos, etc. Several rooms were packed with men, including what looked like strippers. Loud music, drunk unregistered guests darting between rooms, and the most powerful smell of marijuana filled the hallway. I had to put bath towels in the door frame and close it, and a wet bath towel along the bottom of the door. The atmosphere felt very threatening and disturbing, up until about 3:00 am. A visit to the receptionist was met with, “There’s nothing I can do.” I heard that housekeeping had spent 12 hours the next day cleaning up the mess in several rooms. My first stay at this hotel was in 1996, and at least 2-3 times most years since. However, I will never stay there again.