My midsummer evening with mosquitoes and sirens
Posted Aug 4, 2016
The hotel sits on prime real estate. Foggy Bottom station is a few minutes walk away, the roundabout is convenient for destining to Capitol Hill or the Georgetown area, and a driveway permits front-door service.
Like many hotels in D.C., One Washington Circle also boasts a spacious guest room. Whether my business trip uneventfully fell on an August summer evening, I found my experience at the hotel to be inappropriate for my visit. Somehow, a mosquito found its way into my room on the second floor. I called guest services to help me vanquish the invisible pest that kept gnawing at my knees, but they insult me by asking me if I opened the balcony window. Perhaps the employee assumed that I wanted to re-explore the dense humidity that is Washington's summer evening. A room service employee then came to my room, a gesture which I appreciated. He handed me a can of Raid, suggesting that I hunt the mosquito down. His other suggestion, equally absurd as I tried to complete my work, was to spray the whole room down as I occupied it. I raised my complaints, and he promised that I would receive a call after he spoke with his supervisor. After an hour of waiting, I realized that I was on my own. I cranked down the A.C., hoping that my predator would disappear. Nope.
I resigned to my work, but all I heard were the sirens approaching GWU hospital across the street. My lack of diligence prompts me to warn future travelers that you may lose sleep. Stay at your own risk.