When I arrived at the Drifter Motel and told the woman at the front door that I had a reservation, she asked me “for how many hours?”
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond.
“Oh, you’re staying at the hotel. I thought you were here for pool time.“ Apparently, the Drifter Hotel is the spot for Gen-Z sunbathing in NOLA, and she mistook me (me?) for a sun worshiper.
After I breathed a sigh of relief that this wasn’t an hour by hour hotel, I checked in and made my way past the throngs of half naked 20-somethings to relax in my poolside room before my next visit.
One of my goals for the expedition was to find lodging that gave me a visual sense of a bygone era, the roadside motel. It proved to be quite difficult to find what I remembered from my childhood. Most roadside motels have either been bought and sold to a Super 8, or turned into expensive swanky boutique motels.
The Drifter Hotel had just the right vibe. Still vintage, a little frayed at the edges, but chock full of liveliness and midmod references.
The next morning, I had the pool and the motel to myself. I was in retro heaven.