A few years ago, when I was still working from home, I tended to go nuts, because I worked from home. The grass is always greener, and as a person prone to become a vegetable whenever the opportunity presents itself, I can’t stress enough how important and healthy it is to not have beds and couches within arm’s reach at all times. Point: When I worked from home, I sometimes went crazy and conjured up stupid trips just to get myself out of the house. In October of 2003, I decided to stay at the Milford Plaza in New York City, just to break the monotony. Until I started working in the city, I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t really know it. I mean, I knew the certain social corners my group of friends would frequent, but beyond that, I was as good as an Arkansasawian.
Within that, I had no idea what a crappy hotel the Milford Plaza was. Comparatively speaking, at least. I was led to believe that this was the place to be — the ultimate cosmopolitan hub. It wasn’t through word-of-mouth or planted reviews on travel sites. It was all because of a dumb commercial I saw fifty-thousand times while growing up.

I’m assuming that you’d have to have lived in the tri-state area to know this one, but the Milford Plaza commercial made the hotel seem fancier and more accommodating than, shit, heaven or something. With the catchiest jingle in all the land sung by the happiest bunch of hotel hands you ever did see, I grew up believing that a two night stay at the Milford Plaza was probably the greatest thing that could ever happen to a person. I was wrong. It wasn’t a slum by any means — for the money, it was perfectly adequate — but considering the shitty showers, the tiny rooms and windows that required jacks to open, this ad is total proof of the power of advertising. Watch the commercial, and tell me you’re not tempted to start booking.

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Dude, I have a video tape of "Ghostbusters" that my parents recorded way back in 1987, and since I watched it constantly (I was 3, and obsessed with the GB) I have that whole commercial permanently etched into my subconscious. At the age of 22, I can finally appreciate the wordplay in the spelling of "lullabuy." Those clever so and sos…