The big question on my mind is how long can the worst hotel ever go with out generating revenue? Today is day two of Hotel Watch here at Hotelblues.com. Hotel Watch is a record of the full days the worst hotel ever is actually closed. Everyday it is closed for business is another nail in it’s coffin. I eagerly await its final death. The proverbial stake through the heart. Below are some shots took this afternoon of the two notices on the front doors of the worst hotel ever.

As a bonus here are some pictures of the entrance to the flooded basement the Beloit Daily New article mentioned. Also take note of the picture of the generator powering the four pumps used to get the water out of the flooded basement.

I’ve saved the best for last. Pictures of the empty parking lot. Honestly it brings happiness to my cold bitter heart to see such bad things happen to that place.

I honestly won’t be happy until the day I can take pictures of the place being demolished. I worked at that hotel for a long long time and it pains me to see the state it now is in. Blame can be firmly placed on the backs of those so called “new owners” (who call themselves Serena Hospitality) of the worst hotel ever. I wish only failed ventures on these inept people. If you read between the lines you will see that they ruin everything they touch:

In an interview, Vezzoso said the management style of the inn’s new owner, Noor Tejany, and his management style were somewhat different.

It’s so sad that they ruin everything they touch. Stick around for Hotel Watch as I count the days the worst hotel ever is closed for business. Hopefully leading up to the point it’s closed for good.

Well the worst hotel ever isn’t dead just yet according to this WREX article:

Mayor Randy Kirichkow says they’re waiting for test results to come back on air samples from the hotel. He tells us if they’re okay, at least part of the Ramada could open back up as early as Tuesday.

This info is coming from the mayor. The retards that run it may have other plans. One can only hope this downtime at least leads to the worst hotel ever’s eventual final death.

The worst hotel ever is still closed. Hurray!

The worst hotel ever is still closed. The last news item said they would be open in a limited fashion by tuesday. I wonder if there are complications? Let there be complications. In fact I hope it rains again. If I thought it would help I would do some sort of sacrifices the the rain god Tlaloc.

You got to give it to those retards at the worst hotel ever.

The ship is sinking and they are going to go down with the ship. Honestly I love this stuff. You can book a future reservation, it just depends on what your definition of future is. Later today? Tomorrow? Next week? Only time will tell.

It’s back.

One wing of the Ramada Inn with 54 rooms will reopen today, after being inspected by South Beloit Fire Chief Ken Morse, South Beloit Mayor Randy Kirichkow said.

The hotel was closed last week because flooding in the basement caused damage and health concerns.

The hotel is working with its insurance company before reopening other areas, Kirichkow said.

Kirichkow said they hope the banquet facility and Cattails Restaurant will reopen in the next few weeks.

Makes you wonder just how bad the flooding was to have only one wing open? Seems like there is more to this story than what the paper says. I would like to think that the worst hotel ever is on it’s last legs.

A little known fact on this site, is that I like to read books without pictures. Comic book author Warren Ellis has written a book without pictures. It’s called Crooked Little Vein. Here is an excerpt taken from the Amazon.com Chapter One PDF:

“I have a stressful job. This is how I like to relax. I like to go to a small hotel and take heroin. Just lay on the bed and feel my bowels slowly unclench.”

He leaned back and sighed with relish, as if he were sinking into a warm bath.

“I like to lay on the bed, naked, with my guts oozing onto the sheets, nodding out and watching the Fashion Channel. All those skeletal smacked-out girls. The faces of angels and the bodies of Ethiopians. I find that sexy, son. It’s not like I have an easy job, and I feel I should be cut some slack in this area. Heroin angels, strutting around for me. With Enya playing. They play a lot of Enya on the Fashion Channel. Great regiments of heroin angels lined up in endless long dressing rooms elegantly banging smack between their delicate toes to the soundtrack of British TV shows about Celtic people. You should try it. It’s a poetic thing, you know?”

His eyes closed, a beatific grin spreading across his weathered face like an old wound opening.

“In that moment, son, I am as beautiful as they, and you are to ignore the rabbit droppings steaming on my bed: interior chocolates placed on the pillow by the solicitous maids of my bowel. Sometimes I get up and dance, scattering the gifts of my intestines across the Edwardian carpet, ignoring the shrieking of the housekeepers and the priests they call in. `Phone the White House,’ I sing to them. `I control the nuclear bombs.’ All of which is to say: I am a functioning heroin addict and also the most powerful man in the world, and you should pay attention now.”

Go and buy a copy now. If you need reassurance here is the quote off the back of the book from Kinky Friedman:

Warren Ellis writes like a bipolar Raymond Chandler. Crooked Little Vein injects at least two welcome elements into the tired, clogged mystery field: a little death and a little life. It’s also funny enough to make you shit standing.