For decades, the mere mention of the Governors Inn & Suites would be met with smirky grins and raised eyebrows. It was known as the Capital Region’s premier spot for wild trysts, clandestine and otherwise. If the walls of this no-tell motel could talk, they would tell some extremely dirty stories.
No, this is not the sort of place you put your mother up for the weekend. Unless your mother is Jenna Jameson.
That may be all over now that the place was gutted by a fire early Monday. In its day, the Governors was known for its shag carpet on the walls, mirrored ceilings, and heart shaped hot tubs. Judging by some of the online reviews, this was quite a surprise to unsuspecting travellers who ended up there.
The name “Governors” is interesting. It’s not likely that any governors actually stayed there, OK, maybe Eliot Spitzer.
Alright, I was there once. It was me and my wife, celebrating a special occasion with a naughty night away without the kids. It lived up to its reputation — but we did feel like we needed to go through decon after spending a night there.
It will most likely turn out that the fire was caused by something mundane, like a frayed wire or faulty fixture. I’d rather imagine that it was friction that caused the blaze, years of accumulated heat that gathered up in the walls and exploded in a fireball of love.
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Oh man. Now where am I going to take everybody’s wives?
And somewhere in that dark evening, Craigslist “casual encounter” postings dropped about 15 percent…
Look at Kevin with his damn ginger humor!!
I think that this story is really burying the lede. The real story: lives of guests at crappy motel saved by motel’s crappiness.
The couple said they never heard a smoke alarm, and there was no sprinkler system.
Robinson said he had repeatedly asked for an air conditioner for the room the couple had rented for the past two weeks. On Monday, he was grateful it never arrived.
“We had a fan that brought the smoke in,” he said.
If an air conditioner had been in place, Robinson said, he may not have noticed the smoke until it was too late.
Now where will kids go after their Prom’s??
LB: Thank god for lousy service!
Mark: When we were kids, we went to the beach after the prom and ended up with bug bites in odd places. Different circumstances, similar results…
Odd, it’s so close to me and I never notice the place.
Glad you explained how you knew the decor so well, Rob.
Kevin – oh, Kevin!
Kevin’s comment is sure to give me nightmares.
Raze the rest of the building and salt the ground so nothing many grow there ever again… but if you find the bathtub shaped like a champagne glass in the rumble.. DIBS !
Kevin, take them to Cocca’s. 😉
I seem to recall that there was some sort of scandal in the 1970’s involving the Governors Inn and a private showing of “Behind the Green Door.” I’d have to do some more research on the subject…