Or that there’s no Internet at the hotel and conference. Either way, I’m in Hell. 😉
Of course I’m not really dead, and there is wireless access in my hotel room, although it seems to be going down more often then a 2$ whore the price of gas love in an elevator a midget at a steakhouselet’s just say it’s going down a lot. That midget one doesn’t even make sense, except I had an amazing Porter steak tonight. Miam!
Anyhoo, back to the matter at hand: My room is equipped with a “Sleep Number” bed. The controls are fairly difficult to master, especially after a couple (triple?) of Scotches, a couple of beers and the biggest steak I ever had – all right, it was only 22 ounces, and I didn’t have to finish it within the hour, but still.
Adjusting the bed is really complex. Plus, it makes a vacuum noise like there’s no tomorrow! It’s insane! I was laughing so hard I’m sure my next door neighbor thinks I’m a crazy dude. Did I mention my neighbor is my boss? If worst comes to worst, there’s two beds in my room, I guess I could always sleep on the other one.
This is not the Palazzo. I think I’m forever spoiled when it comes to hotel rooms, after having experienced the extravaganza that was Las Vegas. What about you? What’s your best hotel experience?
I know this is a loaded question. 😉