Thanks. Thanks for having a fucking party at 2.15am and waking me up when I’d done my best to drink enough wine to induce a comfortable coma. Thanks also for managing to keep me awake for the next 2 hours as various of your number spent the next 2 hours getting locked out of your room due to your mate falling asleep every time you went out to get ice/more drink/visit other rooms. I particularly enjoyed the knocking and rattling of the door for 10 minutes (twice). Still, I did manage to get a teensie, weensie bit more sleep before my alarm went off at 7.15. I was debating whether to rudely awake you by ringing your room number over and over. I changed my mind, however, when I heard your alarm and early morning call repeatedly going off without being answered. Sometimes the best revenge comes from doing nothing. Hope your day went well.

Gulp. Yeah, thanks.
(sadly, I am always “room 903″, with the added bonus of a headboard banging the wall. It seems to work best to blame the people on the floor above when management calls…).
Indigo, I won’t tolerate comments suggesting someone out there is having fun. It won’t do at all!
eeek….I was room 903 one night….a charmless little “hotel” in Stockport. All I remember is waking up at about 4am bollock naked with the room in silence. It was only the next day I found out that the night porter had come in and switched off the TV which was on full volume and turned the lights off…..I left with a very red face….
manuel, how do you know that’s all the night porter did?
Maybe the poor occupant, after tha party to end all parties, DIED. Maybe he is DEAD.
Didn’t think of that, did you, you gloating so-and-so.
yes well……I really didn’t remember getting undressed……