Hotel vs. Airbnb

[VinylGuy]

One Airbnb had a Sega Dreamcast. Instant 5 stars.

the house from airbnb we're renting in palm springs for spring break has a full arcade-sized golden tee. watch it take quarters.

report back! thinking bout going to Palm Springs maybe october.

[Ello Sailor]

Nothing beats a nice hotel

What about an even nicer Airbnb?

[B]

Nothing beats a nice hotel

What about an even nicer Airbnb?

Depends on the checkout procedures.

[dad]

Nothing beats a nice hotel

What about an even nicer Airbnb?

Are there skeevy abodes in the Land of the Long White Cloud?

[Ello Sailor]

Nothing beats a nice hotel

What about an even nicer Airbnb?

Are there skeevy abodes in the Land of the Long White Cloud?

I'm sure they're out there, but isn't that what photos and a rating/feedback system are for?

[Jorge]

This is not a sponsored post and I have not been hacked by an ad bot. I'd like to recommend this website to anyone looking for hotels: https://athotel.com/

I was able to find much cheaper hotel rooms than any of the other booking sites I was looking at. I'm talking half the price on some really good rooms. I'd never heard of the site before but it's legit and a pretty good resource

[E.H. Ruddock]

I’m spending a weekend in Manhattan next month and was just trying to decide on a hotel or airbnb. I’ll check it out, thanks jorge

[Jorge]

I’m spending a weekend in Manhattan next month and was just trying to decide on a hotel or airbnb. I’ll check it out, thanks jorge

What weekend??? I'll be there next month too

[E.H. Ruddock]

14 July

[Jorge]

Oh. Nevermind

Well I hope you find a good room. I was trying Trivago, Booking, Expedia, Kayak, and a bunch of other aggregators as well as the hotel websites themselves and @hotel gave me much better prices than any of them. Again this is not a sponsored post and I am not affiliated with athotel dot com.

[doug rr]

I'm not convinced..you sound like a paid schill....

[Jorge]

Omg

[spike]

I'm not convinced..you sound like a paid schill....

He’s probably getting his reservation comped for this horseshit. Unreal.

[Ello Sailor]

We all know Jorge is swimming in cash and has no need to hunt for discounts. Shill ass bitch.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

[dad]

Currently staying in a Vrbo on cape cod with a total of eight people. It’s the right scenario for this situation.

But last night we stayed in a hotel in Boston, just the three of us.

I’m navigating the strata of accommodative experience on an accelerated timeline.

How’s P-Town?

[Jorge]

I try to help my community and look how I am repaid

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I'm not convinced..you sound like a paid schill....

He really does.