Murfreesboro's BEST Kept Secret: Stay at MainStay Suites & Discover Comfort!
Murfreesboro's BEST Kept Secret: Stay at MainStay Suites & Discover Comfort!
Alright, buckle up, because we're diving deep into this place. Forget the sterile brochures and perfect website – this is the real deal, the good, the bad, and the slightly questionable. Prepare for a bumpy ride, because I'm about to spill the tea… with a side of lukewarm coffee, probably.
Let's Call it "The Grand Whatever-It's-Called" (Because Honestly, Hotels All Sound the Same): A Messy Review
First things first: Accessibility. Okay, so they say they're accessible, and yes, they have an elevator. That's a good start! But honestly, navigating this place felt like a slightly more elaborate escape room. Trying to get my friend, who uses a wheelchair, around was… an experience. The pathways were okay, but some of the ramps felt like they were designed by someone who'd only read about accessibility, not lived it. Wheelchair accessible claims? Mostly true, but with a healthy dose of “could be better.” I swear, I saw more helpful staff than proper signage for the elevators. The facilities for disabled guests section better be top-notch!
On-site Accessible Restaurants / Lounges: This is where things got interesting. The idea of them was great. But the actual execution? Well, let's just say one "accessible" lounge had this massive pillar right in the middle, like a visual obstacle course. And the chairs… so gorgeous, so uncomfortable. You'd need a winch just to get out of them if you have any back issues.
Internet, Internet, Internet! (Ugh)
Okay, the Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! thing? Bless their hearts. It kinda worked. Sometimes. Other times, it was like trying to upload a picture on dial-up in 1998. The Internet [LAN] option? Don't even bother. That's a relic of the past, like a fax machine. The Internet services were spotty. Wi-Fi in public areas was… better than the rooms, but still not exactly lightning-fast. I found myself wandering around, trying to catch a signal like some sort of digital nomad desperate for a connection. Thankfully, they at least offered some decent Internet.
Things to Do (Or Not, Depending on Your Mood)
Alright, this is the good stuff. The Fitness center was actually pretty well-equipped. I slightly judged the mirrored walls when I walked in, but I will admit I ended up doing some serious selfie-ing after. The Swimming pool [outdoor]? Gorgeous! But the lounge chairs… you know what? Let's just say they needed an update. A serious update. The Pool with view – definitely a winner. The Spa, the Sauna, the Steamroom – all promising, but I didn't get around to them because, honestly, I was too busy trying to figure out the Wi-Fi. Massage sounds amazing, but I'm broke now, so I missed out.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because, You Know, Life)
Okay, this is crucial. Daily disinfection in common areas? I hope so. The place looked clean, but you never really know. They claim to use Anti-viral cleaning products. Rooms sanitized between stays? They told me they did. Professional-grade sanitizing services? Let's hope so. The Hand sanitizer stations were plentiful, which is a solid win. They had First aid kit, and a Doctor/nurse on call, but I didn’t go to the extent of using any of these. Individually-wrapped food options were a nice touch. Staff trained in safety protocol – probably. They looked like they knew what they were doing, even if some were a little too enthusiastic. Hygine certification - Good, good!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (The Fuel for My Adventures)
Here’s where things go off the rails a bit. The Breakfast [buffet]? Massive. Overwhelming. But also, kinda delicious. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast? Check and check. The food was mostly good. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was lukewarm, as I said earlier. I'm not going to lie, the Happy hour was my favorite part. The Poolside bar saved my sanity. A la carte in restaurant – options galore! They even had Vegetarian restaurant. Room service [24-hour]? A lifesaver at 3 am. The Snack bar was convenient, and the Desserts in restaurant were… well, let’s just say I gained a few pounds.
Services and Conveniences (The Little Things Matter)
Concierge was helpful, even if they did try to upsell me on a timeshare. Daily housekeeping – bless them! The rooms were consistently clean. Luggage storage – useful. Laundry service – essential. Air conditioning in public area – vital. Elevator – thank goodness. Safety deposit boxes – good to know about. Invoice provided - Very professional!
For the Kids (Because, You Know, Family)
I didn't have any kids with me (thank goodness), but they had Babysitting service and Kids facilities. They seemed family-friendly, and that's all I can say.
Access, Security, and Getting Around (Surviving the Chaos)
CCTV in common areas – reassuring. Front desk [24-hour] – always a plus. Security [24-hour] – good to know they're there. Car park [free of charge] – YES! Saves a fortune. Taxi service – convenient, but a bit pricey. Airport transfer – essential.
Available in All Rooms (The Nitty Gritty)
Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Coffee/tea maker, Hair dryer, and Free bottled water? Check, check, check. Wi-Fi [free] (as mentioned earlier, with a caveat). The Blackout curtains were a godsend for sleeping off the effects of the aforementioned Happy Hour. The Bathrobes were fluffy. The Mini bar was tempting. The Slippers were a welcome addition. The Seating area was perfect for collapsing after a long day. I wouldn't trade for anything.
My Verdict?
The Grand Whatever-It's-Called isn't perfect. Far from it. But it's got its moments. It's a bit of a hot mess, but it's a charming hot mess. I had a good time, even with the Wi-Fi woes and the slightly wonky accessibility. Would I go back? Maybe. If they fix the Wi-Fi and the lounge chairs. And maybe offer a slightly stronger cup of coffee. But hey, that's just my two cents. Or should I say, my twenty cents? You know, with all the digital issues.
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Alright, buckle up buttercup, because you're about to get the unvarnished truth about a trip to… shudders …Murfreesboro, Tennessee. Specifically, the MainStay Suites. My god, I'm already bracing myself.
The Murfreesboro Meander: A Mostly Accurate Itinerary (with a generous helping of my inner monologue)
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Dread (and possibly some free breakfast)
- 1:00 PM: Land at Nashville International Airport (BNA). My flight was delayed, naturally. Turns out the pilot really needed that extra cup of coffee. Already, off to a stellar start.
- 1:45 PM: Pick up rental car. Praying I didn't accidentally book the one with the screaming children. (Spoiler alert: I did).
- 2:45 PM: The Drive. Oh, the joy. The glorious, soul-crushing joy of Interstate travel. The endless billboards promising… something. Probably "miracle weight loss" or "the world's best BBQ". My stomach rumbles in protest.
- 3:45 PM: Check-in at MainStay Suites. Hopefully the air conditioning works. And that the sheets aren't… that kind of itchy. I need a good night's sleep for all the adventure I'm definitely not going to have.
- 4:00 PM: Room Assessment. Is the shower mold-free? Does the TV actually work? Do they have a decent selection of channels to drown my sorrows in? These are the important questions, people. Fingers crossed.
- 5:00 PM: Unpack/Recover. Contemplate the meaning of life while staring at the beige walls. Maybe order some takeout. I'm thinking… pizza. Or maybe something more "Southern." (Whispers: Taco Bell).
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Taco Bell, it is. Don't judge me.
- 7:00 PM: Channel surfing, Netflix, and the slow, creeping realization that I brought, like, five pairs of socks when I only need two. Classic.
- 8:00 PM: Is that a cockroach? Just kidding. Hopefully.
- 9:00 PM: Bedtime Ritual. Brush teeth, take a shower (hopefully mold-free!), and consider if I'm actually going to leave the hotel at all tomorrow.
Day 2: The Murfreesboro Shuffle & Deep-Fried Regret
- 7:00 AM: Wake up, or rather, attempt to wake up. Free continental breakfast is calling! Pray the coffee is drinkable. I'm already anticipating instant regret.
- 7:30 AM: The Breakfast Buffet. This is going to be good. My expectations are rock bottom. Is that… fruit cocktail? Oh, and the questionable sausage patties. Oh, and the sugary cereal. I'm going all in, baby! Live a little!
- 8:30 AM: Contemplate the definition of "leisure time" while looking at the local brochure.
- 9:00 AM: Explore: I saw a historic square. The old courthouse is kinda impressive, just not… you know, "Paris" impressive. Definitely worthy of a picture, though!
- 10:30 AM: Driving and wondering if I forgot to pack something, then realizing it's just my brain.
- 12:00 PM: Deep-fried heaven! The kind of place where the greasier the better. Oh, the joy of fried chicken! Or maybe it was…
- 1:00 PM: Post-lunch nap in hotel. Oh, the food coma. I'm pretty sure I could sleep through a tornado right now.
- 3:00 PM: Attempt at "Culture". Visit a museum, maybe. Or, considering my current energy levels, I might just stare at a wall. Both are about the same level of stimulation at this moment.
- 5:00 PM: More scrolling; deciding that the shopping mall… is a nope.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. Probably ordering pizza.
- 7:00 PM: Evening in; Netflix and chill.
- 8:00 PM: Bed
Day 3: The Escape (Hallelujah!)
- 7:00 AM: Wake up. Actual coffee this time.
- 8:00 AM: The final breakfast. I'll miss the mediocre free food. I'm lying.
- 9:00 AM: Check-out. Praise the sweet Lord! Goodbye, beige walls! Goodbye, questionable breakfast sausage! Goodbye, Murfreesboro!
- 9:30 AM: Drive to the airport. Feeling freedom!
- 11:00 AM: Flight home. Already looking forward to tomorrow.
Final Thoughts (or, a rambling, unfiltered review):
Okay, so, MainStay Suites. It was… a place. The staff were polite (or at least, they pretended to be). The bed was soft-ish. The free breakfast was… there. Murfreesboro itself? Well, it has… things. The historic square was pretty. But honestly? I'm not sure I'd come back unless I absolutely had to. But hey, maybe that's just me. Maybe you'll find paradise in Murfreesboro. I hope.
And I'm outta here. Peace!
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So, what *is* this thing, exactly? Like, what am I even reading?
Alright, deep breath. Think of this as a… well, a brain dump. A Q&A, sure, but one where the Qs are probably kinda random and the As are… let's just say unfiltered. It's like if your overly caffeinated Aunt Mildred decided to write the internet's first personalized FAQ, fueled by wine and questionable life choices. Honestly, I’m just trying to figure out what I'm doing too. I'm just a person here. This is my attempt at clarity. Or something.
Are you… like, an expert? Because I have some *serious* questions.
Expert? Honey, if I were an expert, I wouldn’t be staring at this blinking cursor right now. I'm more of an experienced… *faker* of expertise. I’ve made a few mistakes in life, learned a few things the hard way (and by hard way, I mean involving spilled coffee, broken hearts, and a regrettable incident involving a karaoke machine and Journey’s "Don't Stop Believin’"). So, feel free to quiz me, but be warned: I might just make it up as I go along. And I *will* probably digress. A lot.
Okay, okay, fine. Let's talk about... [Insert Random Topic Here]. Maybe? What's your take?
Alright, hit me with it. [Insert Random Topic Here], eh? Ugh, I’ve got opinions on *that*. My initial reaction? Probably a slightly raised eyebrow and a mental sigh. But let’s unpack it. Because, as my therapist (yes, I have one of those, thanks for asking) keeps drilling into me, *everything* needs unpacking. Everything. Even that weird noise the garbage disposal makes sometimes. (Which, by the way, is terrifying.) So... let's unpack it together. I'm already regretting this.
What's the *worst* piece of advice you've ever gotten?
Oh sweet baby Jesus, where do I *begin*? There was the time my Uncle Barry, freshly divorced and radiating questionable life choices, told me to "always follow your gut, even if it's leading you directly into a dumpster fire." And, you know what? I did. I listened to my gut. The dumpster fire? Metaphorical, thank God, but still. Also, the one that said "Just smile and nod!" Ugh. No. That's how you end up in a cult. Or at least, feeling like you ARE in a cult of one in a room. No, absolutely not.
How do you deal with… *gestures vaguely* …life?
Ah, yes. The big one. Honestly? Poorly. I deal with life like a toddler deals with naptime: kicking, screaming (sometimes literally), and eventually, collapsing in a heap of exhaustion. I find comfort in dark chocolate (70% cocoa minimum, please!), cat videos (the cheesier the better), and the fleeting hope that tomorrow will be slightly less chaotic than today. And let's not forget copious amounts of coffee. That's basically my life-blood. I've had moments of pure, unadulterated despair – like, full-on existential crisis in the cereal aisle despair. But then I eat a donut and everything is better, so I guess I recommend donuts. It's a process, okay?!
Do you ever feel… inadequate?
Inadequate? Buddy, that's my default setting. I’m pretty much a walking, talking embodiment of imposter syndrome. I look at all the "successful" people out there, the ones who seem to have their lives perfectly sorted... and I just want to curl up into a ball and hide under a duvet. Every single day I am comparing myself and feeling utterly hopeless. But also, I try to remind myself that *everyone* feels inadequate sometimes. And if they *don't*, they're probably lying... or robots. Either way, it's a no-win situation. Just keep breathing, right?!
Okay, okay, let's get personal. What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you? (You can be honest!)
Okay, FINE. You twisted my arm. There was the time I tried to impress a guy by *faking* an injury at a rock climbing gym. (Note: I am not coordinated. At all.) I dramatically "slipped" (tripped over my own two feet) and proceeded to wail like a dying banshee. Turns out, I *did* injure myself. My ego, mostly. And possibly a ligament or two. He was not impressed. He helped me up then walked away with a look that said, "I have seen it all". The sheer mortification... I still wake up in a cold sweat thinking about it. The *depths* of my stupidity are truly something to behold. My friends still use that story to shame me!
What's something you're REALLY passionate about? Like, what makes you *tick*?
Ooh, that’s a good one! Beyond my burning desire to binge-watch true crime documentaries and perfectly toast a bagel, I am **passionately** about… *[pauses, considers, then dramatically points at the ceiling]* …empathy! Seriously! The world needs more, and it seems to be in short supply. I want to understand people, even the ones who drive me absolutely bonkers. I want to see things from different perspectives, even if it makes my brain hurt. I believe in listening more than talking, and in kindness (even when it's hard). I find the most joy in connection. And also, pizza. Pizza is pretty important, too. Oh, and books. And cats. Okay, I'm passionate about a *lot* of things, but empathy is at the core.
What's your biggest regret?
The *biggest* regret? Hmm… It's a tie between investing in those Beanie Babies and not learning to play the piano when I was seven. Okay, maybe the Beanie Babies. I'm still finding them in boxes. They were supposedIberostar Waves Miami: Your Dream Miami Beach Vacation Awaits!
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