Imagine this…
You just played a show in a foreign country in a city where they speak mostly French. You load out your gear and you and your band are looking forward to a night of sleep. You drive a few hours outside of town and find a cheap hotel to crash in. It’s probably about 3:00 am at this point and you just want to go to sleep. You go inside to get the lobby, only to be greeted by an annoyingly smug older gentleman who doesn’t really care about his job and may or may not be drunk.
After paying, he tells you that your room is Room 123 and hands you a key. You get back into the van and drive to where the room is, everyone gets files out of the vehicle leisurely while you go to the room to unlock it. You slip the key card into the slot and the green light blinks so you turn the door handle, swing the door open about 3 inches, but something is preventing the door from opening. You hear a woman scream like she is about to get murdered. It is terrifying. A few seconds later your realize that the chain slider lock is preventing the door from opening so you immediately shut it and run back into the van expecting to be shot.
It turns out the older gentleman who works the graveyard shift in the lobby of the EconoLodge in Cornwall, Ontario has problems remembering which rooms have guests staying in them. He also didn’t seemed phased at all when I told him about what happened. Responding with, “Well that doesn’t happen a lot. Let me get you another room.”
I am just glad that who ever was in that room put the chain lock on, or else she would have been very rudely awoken by 6 dazed young men and might have shot us in self defense. Anyway, lady, who ever you are and if you are reading this, I appogize for the neglect of the EconoLodge and am sorry for startling you in your sleep. From this experience, I have learned to knock on my hotel room door before opening it no matter what from now on. Thanks for understanding.
-Patrick
Here’s a photo of us visiting the Vagrant Records offices