PROM NIGHT. #Scary
Dear “Responsible Parents”,
We’re in the middle of Prom season and graduation is just around the corner, so I thought the time was ripe for a reminder of What Not To Do on Prom Night and/or Graduation Night, and that is DO NOT RENT A ROOM AT A HOTEL FOR YOUR KIDS.
Oh sure, it gets the little brats out of YOUR hair, and you might rationalize it by thinking, “No probs, just Suzie and a few of her friends hanging out afterward and having a couple of harmless beers. At least they’ll be off the streets!”
As a former hotel General Manager, let me just clue you in on WHY IT IS NOT COOL:
1. The hotel staff is not a babysitting service.
You essentially abdicate responsibility for your kids — who, in fairness, *might* be decent kids when they’re around you or their friends’ parents (Eddie Haskells, all of ’em, FYI), but turned loose as pseudo-adults unsupervised in a hotel room? Not so much. They will be loud, obnoxious, entitled little shits disturbing all the real hotel guests. The front desk will be inundated with complaints regarding the rooms your kids are in. The front desk will be calling the manager, who will (hopefully) call the cops and have your brats removed from the property.
2. Your children will not be having a tea party.
Keep your head in the sand if you want, but someone will bring plenty of booze, weed, pills, roofies, and yes, in some cases there will be meth or cocaine. You think your kid will be the holdout? HAHAHA. There will be drunken shenanigans, property damage, puke in the corners, kids trying to break into the pool area when it’s closed, running up & down hallways at 2am, etc etc etc.
3. There will be sex happening. Sometimes even date rape.
Sometimes that’s why there’s puke in the corner of the room or even a dresser drawer, because Little Suzie is giving Little Johnnie a beejay in the bathroom while 10 of their friends are just outside the door. SUPER cool, right? And did you miss the part about DATE RAPE? Open your eyes, it happens.
I have been threatened on more than one occasion by pissed-off parents, blaming ME for putting their precious little snowflakes out on the streets in the middle of the night. I usually replied that then perhaps they (parents) should’ve answered their phones when I called to have their kids picked up. And sometimes it was the cops as well, not just me, putting the kids out and confiscating booze and dope.
Keep your kids at home — you can leave if you want. Let them burn cigarette holes in YOUR carpets and bedspreads. Let them smash YOUR lamps and write on YOUR walls and mirrors with shoe polish. Let them vomit in YOUR plants, nightstands, trash baskets, corners, floors, sinks, bathtubs, and patios.
Or better yet — be a fucking parent and realize that prom night/graduation is not a free-for-all.
(Also, they steal all the towels.)