Segment 3: First Date (1982)

written, edited, and produced by Viktor Devonne for 2 Night Stay
recorded by Matt Storm
performed by Faux Pas le Fae

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“You’re going to drive me to drink,” she laughs. they clink glasses.

They’ve actually been sitting in this bar for about 2 1/2 hours. Between them, they’ve lost count on cocktails they may have ordered; but she knows she started with wine and somehow she’s moved onto whiskey.

He’s a traveler. Salesman? She’s not entirely sure what he does for a living; somehow they just skirted the issue entirely this whole time, but she knows she’s told him an awful lot about her.

She said everything about her trip to San Diego, how her mother found that uranium in the backyard, and brought up her great uncle and how he used to raise cocker spaniels in Wilmington.

She’s not used to flirting anymore. She was an expert once; it was all she knew how to do for a while. But she thought after weeks of quiet loneliness that she would give it a try tonight and, boy, did she luck out.

He’s got dark brown hair. It reminds her of fur; it’s dense and like a deer’s hide. His face reminds of her of that actor she can never remember the name of because he’s never listed in the first six credits. But she’s seen his smile, a little crooked on the left; knowing too much. He’s been taking bets all night, and she’s let him win every time. But he’s a gentleman; she knows he’s letting her think she’s ahead.

The nose. Yeah, it doesn’t quite match the rest of the face. But it’s a good nose on someone else, so why not on him. He’s got strong shoulders; if he didn’t play sports in college, mores the pity. His eyes look through her and back again. She has to restart her sentences sometimes because she gets lost. He assures her it’s fine.

Her dress is too tight, she knows her mother would suggest, and she was regretting all the lavender sequins until he complimented her on it. She chose it over the poofy one. She didn’t want to look like Atlantic City had let her out for conjugal visit. The fishnets however, well, old habits die hard. Those were part of the uniform for fifteen years, and she had no intention to letting them go now, especially if she was going on her own now.

So far she’s avoided talking about her marriage. Somehow she managed to keep her wits among her to avoid that topic. She doesn’t want to seem eager, new to the game. Well, new again; back in play. But even having this verbal dance for hours now, she stopped wondering about 45 minutes ago what he sees in her.

He laughs when she needs him too; he has a follow up question every single time she thinks that they’ve gone silent too long.

The cigarette smoke wisps as it envelopes the breath between them. They started off further apart, but the chair swiveled, and she found herself even closer on those terrible bar stools with the back that just missed your flesh, with the slightest implication of support.

She hasn’t dare look at her watch where the clock over the bar; she just wants this Friday night to last as long as it possibly can. Well, at least this part of the night in this bar. She doesn’t know if he’s going to invite her up to his room or if she will invite him to hers. They haven’t made it that far yet. But she knows it’s coming; that awkward “when I see you again sometime,” or “you have a good night, unless you wanna come up for coffee.” They’re at a hotel. She doesn’t have coffee. But maybe in the morning, they can get some. There’s that cafe next to the lobby. They call it cafe but they only have coffee and doughnuts til 11am.

He’s laughed again at something she said; she has been comforted by the absence of self-consciousness this whole time. What is it about this man that puts her at ease. She swore years ago that she would ever let her guard down like this. But he’s nice. Attractive, but not intimidating. Those eyes; hazel or maybe green. no, she’s been looking long enough at them; she knows they’re hazel.

It looks like the dance is ending. she goes for her purse, and he puts his hand on her shoulder. She’s not sure why she didn’t wear a sweater tonight, but her bare shoulder shivers at the touch. He murmurs something about an early morning. She figures she’s going to bed alone again. Him, to sleep six hours before a conference or a convention or, wherever he’s in town for.

Wrong. He extends his arm towards her, ready to take her hand into his. An escort to the elevator? No, they take the stairs. Slowly. Drunkenly. She doesn’t know how much she’s had. Her eyes glance to the door she knows is hers for the next three days; but he hasn’t slowed down. They go up one more flight.

Must be after midnight. She doesn’t want to be shy. She wants to go for it; she wants to finally do what she promised on her 42nd birthday she would finally fucking do when she felt like it. And he seems so nice. Attractive, but not intimidating. And those eyes. What was that actor’s name?

As the door clicks open, she becomes a silhouette slowly wandering aimlessly into this darkened room, the corridor light providing only reference points, so she knows where not to stumble. The bedroom of the hotel is very similar to hers; she can figure out where the desk is, where the extra chair might be, and where the mattress is.

The window is open and the curtains allow for just enough moonlight to make her feel so beautiful. He closes the door behind him. She sits quietly, waiting for him to make his move. Her breath tightens. His hands tighten. She feels dizzy; something is wrong. He’s doing this wrong. Something is wrong. She wants to tell him but he has his hand over her mouth. He has to know this isn’t right.

The moonlight is dim. She can’t get up. It’s over so quickly, it must have taken hours. Birds are already gathering themselves into discordant snippets of sounds.

She is over them now. She looks at their figures. He’s crying over her, apologizing. He’s saying some girl’s name, but not hers. He’s apologizing to someone else over her body. She makes a note to remark on that failure in courtesy, but there are no more words to say.

For someone who made her feel so beautiful, he has reduced her to a monstrous shell. Sloppy. Maybe his first time. No, second or third. She observes the signs of ritual. That was her gold bracelet, and an earring that made it into that wooden box he had kept under the bed. They joined other trinkets. That necklace was pretty; it looked more expensive than hers. How many of them were once owned by someone 43 and divorced, on their first try out again. How many of those women looked at him and just couldn’t quite place that film almost-star. You kept imagining him talking to Kathleen Turner like that was a hint.

She’s alone again. Another man, her limp body in his arms, has left her alone again. He looks, skyward, either for judgement or for peace. His eyes look through her.

Those eyes. Maybe they aren’t as remarkable as she let herself believe. Dull, almost.

Natalie May Dashett

Catch some backstory on one of the characters of 2 Night Stay:

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Natalie May Dashett sketch by Fishy Business

via Gilman Legacy page:

One of the Gilman Hotel’s most glamorous residents was certainly Natalie Dashett and she has acquired a renewed interest in this modern age.

An anonymous fan of her work in radio serials such as Dark Pier and films like Lovebirds has created a well-intentioned tribute page to the actress.  We inquired to the fan his or her connection to the actress but have not yet received a reply.

Natalie left the business in 1951, but before she did, she was a friend to the hotel and recorded numerous commercials for the Gilman during WWII.

The Gilman Legacy Foundation, as part of their heritage reconstruction project, requests anyone that has a certain lead of Ms. Dashett’s current wherabouts or previous wherabouts, to please contact us directly.

Gretchen Violetta played Natalie May Dashett in The Dead Sexy Hotel in 2012.

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Segment 2: Music Video News Break

written and produced by Viktor Devonne for 2 Night Stay
recorded and performed by Matt Storm

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Requiem sketch by Fishy Business

Ken Ludding with an Music Video News Break.  

Requiem, lead vocalist for the Last Boys, was found dead by authorities at noted luxury hotel The Gilman on Monday.  While details were not made immediately available to the press, Requiem (born Henry Jane Fullton, 10/2/1960) age 27, was discovered by unidentified witnesses early in the morning of February 15th.

Fullton, who legally changed his name to Requiem in 1985 after a meteoric rise to fame with his industrial-synth rock band, made headlines this past Christmas when the fall tour Tear the Flesh ’89 was cancelled and the singer went into what was described as “hiding,” by his bandmates, who released a separate statement indicating the cancellation came as a surprise to them.  This seclusion brought Fullton to multiple cities, ending at the famed and notorious hotel The Gilman.

It was noted by early reports that Requiem was not a registered guest of the hotel, however there were later corrections made, stating that Requiem had used an alias to check in, and while there was no payment method listed on the account, it is likely the rocker was staying at the location up to a week without being bothered by staff.  It is being estimated by authorities that a hotel staffmember was intentionally keeping Requiem’s name off the books, or preventing the room—a modest 2 bed room—from being booked while Requiem was staying there.

Requiem’s final years have seem to have culminated in a frenzy of usual-for-him behavior, from proclamations of vampirism in Rolling Stone in 1987, and forward and frank discussions of the occult during what was intended as a relatively light-hearted evening chat show in the UK, leading the host to sit motionless for several minutes while Requiem discussed Satan.  Indeed, Requiem regularly stayed at the Gilman Hotel, including periods when it was shut down for maintenance in 1986, having provided a steady income to the building’s investors. 

A fan vigil was organized Monday night outside the Gilman Hotel, which shut its doors to the public and provided private entrances and exits to its existing patrons and longterm stays.  Fan club president Melora Debbenski organized the event through word of mouth, appearing in a near identical wine-red leather suit and cape ensemble that Requiem wore in the “Virgin Sacrifice” music video, which premiered on music video networks only this past Halloween.  Requiem appeared in the same attire for promotional photos declaring the Tear Your Flesh ’89 world tour, which was scheduled to start in Helsinki in May.

Requiem and the Last Boys were riding a wave of six hit 12” singles and their latest, “Drown Your Face,” was set to premiere Tuesday, the 23rd of this month  It is anticipated the single will move as expected, although radio stations have been playing on near loop, the now classic first single of the Last Boys, “Die Die Die (Darling)” and its award-winning follow-up, “Spit Dust.”

Last Boys lead guitarist Kurtis Mock called the news of Reqieum’s passing, “on time,” and drummer Harvey Goode said “whenever Req stayed at that hotel, it would take him weeks to get well again.”  Bassist Malcolm Binge declined statements.

Requiem, called the atomic accident mutation lovechild of Wendy O. Williams and Alice Cooper, was last noted to declare “Fear me, ya bitches,” on the now legendary Height of Hits countdown in December.  It would be his last public appearance.

Segment 1: Tour Video (1977)

written and produced by Viktor Devonne for 2 Night Stay
recorded and performed by Anja Keister

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Lionel Gilman sketch by Fishy Business

Hello, I’m Colleen.  Thank you for joining me today as we take a look at the historic Gilman Hotel.

For generations, our families have stayed at The Gilman, the home-away-from-home that has been standing for 75 years!

It was the final vision of our town’s industrial leader, Lionel Gilman.  Born in 1819 to a devoted mother and father only a few miles from where the hotel now stands, Lionel Gilman made a name for himself with multiple acts of business savvy, and early social awareness.

Indeed, Mr. Gilman was touted by colleagues as a symbol of strong leadership, a giving heart, and an eye for the future.  While Mr. Gilman only lived two years after his amazing hotel was open for business, it was through strategic business plans laid out before he died, that ensured his building would stand proud for three quarters of century.

Basing his plans on an abandoned project, Lionel Gilman revitalized business on what is now known as Gilman Street, across from Gilman Park and within walking distance from multiple businesses that Mr. Gilman provided for.  Initially only two floors with a modest café and secondhand shop, the Gilman Hotel became seven floors of spacious, affordable luxury, a renowned ballroom function hall, and a fashionable boutique.

Over the years, the Gilman Hotel has seen thousands upon thousands of transients on the go, including servicemen, celebrities, and public figures.  But don’t you worry, it is still just as convenient and cozy to the everyman who is traveling 2 nights for business, or is in town with his wife and children all week.

The story starts here.  Lionel Gilman, through perseverance in the down-on-your-luck 1900s, created a new century of opportunity.  Refusing to compromise on supplies and equipment, Mr. Gilman personally oversaw reconstruction of this small family business and launched it into a friendly, respectable dream of a stay.

Mr. Gilman left his business to his brother, Tobias Gilman, respected philanthropist and father of industry.  Known for his work in shipyard conglomerates, Tobias saw to fulfill his brother’s dying wish, and complete the hotel as we know it today.

Here we see the lavish Persephone Ballroom, which was renovated fully in the 1950s. This comfortable, stylish room has been host to many fabulous parties, events, and functions.  While a 1954 earthquake did its best to shut down the party, the Gilman spirit could not be denied.  It was built stronger than ever. 

Notice those antique diamond chandeliers?  They are complete reproduction of the original chandeliers enjoyed by countless guests in 1904 through the 1950s, and were lovingly re-created to keep the timeless elegance the Gilman began with.  We see no reason to attempt to improve on perfection.  But don’t you worry; we are always on top of today’s electrical needs, and fire safety concerns.  An entirely new system was installed for our guests only last year.

And talk about service!  Our staff is equipped to provide you with all the comforts of home at an elevated level.  Our towels can’t be beat!  Our restaurant serves up the best stuffed crab this side of the country!  Our beds are more comfortable than you could ever demand of your everyday homelife.

After Tobias passed on, a trust was recognized by the state to provide ownership and security to the Gilman Legacy Foundation.  Truly this was the best way for the hotel to be preserved despite any changes that might occur economically, politically, or legally.  The Gilman Legacy Foundation’s mission to keep the hotel safe and comfortable, inviting all guests and longterm residents to enjoy their time here for as long as they wish.

Additionally, the Gilman Legacy Foundation is at the forefront of local charitable work.  Indeed, the Sixteenth Street Orphanage, also unofficially known as the Gilman Home for Children is provided to by the GLF, as is the Amity School for Girls, and Diamond Pond Community Playhouse which is preparing their fall season with an exciting new production of Merchant of Venice.  See you in the front row!

You’re now seeing a series of images from some of our everyday activities.  There’s our bellman with your bags; he’ll get them safely on their way.  Oh our concierge of our hotel boutique is the one to find for last minute flowers or gifts, and simply your home essentials.  Hey there, Julie!  Someone forgot a toothbrush!

And new this year, we’re opening an on-sight kennel for your traveling furry friends to enjoy their own set of amenities.  Look out, Rover could get used to this!

Enjoy a relaxing afternoon walk in our magnificent and intimate courtyard which features our well maintained rock garden and fish pond.  That fountain featuring that mischievous little water sprite has been with us these 75 years!

You too can enjoy the Gilman in all kinds of ways.  Contact us today through [garbled] and make your reservations.  Presidential penthouse apartment, honeymoon suite, and adorable rooms of affordable luxury are all available, pending availability.

We can’t wait to see you at the Gilman!  You’ll want to stay here forever!