We spent the night "holidaying at home" last night, staying at a local hotel to attend Mrs. That Dan Guy's Winter Soiree (would that be a Christpast party??).
I won't name the establishment, but we spent most of the night trying to survive a thermostat set to steam clams, even after we had shut it off completely. This morning, with a window open and the heat shut off, it was still 74 degrees Celsius in the room. My toupee was wetter than a tea bag in a pot.
Making things even more fun was waking up every few minutes as my foot grazed what I thought was a spring popping through the sheets from an exploded bed coil. Or a discount bed of nail.
I discovered this morning when I pulled back the covers that it was in fact a hanger, under the sheets.
Not with any clothes attached, just an empty hanger, under the sheets. We made a note to ensure WE left a tip for housekeeping - rather than have the next poor bastards find a severed horse head under the covers. Yikes.Back home now, running a little late, but looking forward to crawling into our own bed (sans surprises) tonight...
Chow for now!
2 comments:
OMG! If that wasn't so pathetic, it would be funny. Incredibly ridiculous I tell you, ridiculous! And, I woke up LOOKING like I have a toupee! Jesus! If I wanted a sauna....
And, my neck is killing me from the pillow that was the size of a large book!
Damn it. You know, you look forward to an evening that you hope will leave you feeling a little pampered, not hit over the head.
Sigh.....I am going back to bed. My bed.
Hee Hee Hee...
You paint quite a picture, my dear...
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