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indigo_rose99That was sarcasm.
So I return from walking around Glasgow yesterday with my grocery-bought dinner and sat down at my hotel room desk to surf (yay, free internet!), eat, and wait for my husband. We have a 7pm date (well, 7pm for me, 2pm for him). As I'm eating, I notice there is a noise. Well, a lot of noises. Perhaps it is walking. Or banging. Or jumping rope. But it is not extremely loud, just really persistent. Really, really persistent. After two hours of it, I realize that (1) I'm really really tired and want to go to sleep immediately after talking to my husband and (2) there is no way I can sleep through this nonsense.
I call the front desk. They cannot track down the source of the noise, but they offer me another room. *sigh* Reluctantly, I accept. I hate changing hotel rooms after I've already unpacked. It always takes hours and hotel staff & other people think it should be a 10 minute process. *bad words*
At about 7:30pm, the noise stops, but T convinces me that if I decide not to change rooms that it will just come back.
So, I repack and change rooms. Ugh. Hate hotels.
Anyway, the hotel staff is of the opinion when I turn in my old key card that the wedding happening downstairs is at fault. Lots of women in high heels pacing around. I can see that.
So I go to sleep (without unpacking). At ~3:15am I am awoken by singing. Loud, off-key singing. Outside my 8th floor (closed, curtained off) window.
Ugh. Drunk people.
So I return from walking around Glasgow yesterday with my grocery-bought dinner and sat down at my hotel room desk to surf (yay, free internet!), eat, and wait for my husband. We have a 7pm date (well, 7pm for me, 2pm for him). As I'm eating, I notice there is a noise. Well, a lot of noises. Perhaps it is walking. Or banging. Or jumping rope. But it is not extremely loud, just really persistent. Really, really persistent. After two hours of it, I realize that (1) I'm really really tired and want to go to sleep immediately after talking to my husband and (2) there is no way I can sleep through this nonsense.
I call the front desk. They cannot track down the source of the noise, but they offer me another room. *sigh* Reluctantly, I accept. I hate changing hotel rooms after I've already unpacked. It always takes hours and hotel staff & other people think it should be a 10 minute process. *bad words*
At about 7:30pm, the noise stops, but T convinces me that if I decide not to change rooms that it will just come back.
So, I repack and change rooms. Ugh. Hate hotels.
Anyway, the hotel staff is of the opinion when I turn in my old key card that the wedding happening downstairs is at fault. Lots of women in high heels pacing around. I can see that.
So I go to sleep (without unpacking). At ~3:15am I am awoken by singing. Loud, off-key singing. Outside my 8th floor (closed, curtained off) window.
Ugh. Drunk people.
