Ok, so I decided to get myself out of that grumpy rut by doing something about it. Whining wasn't going to make things any better. I called the front-desk and told them that I was just unhappy with the room and not comfortable with being on the second floor and directly next to the elevator. Plus I'm sharing the room with my friend, Sarah, and we'd rather have two twins instead of a king bed. And guess what? Speaking your mind works! They gave me a new room, on the 7th floor, and with two twin beds :)
The only thing now is that for the next four nights, I'm going to be sleeping in a room that looks like it came straight out of The Age of Innocence. We're talking chintz wallpaper, with matching pillows & tapestry, and wall-papered bathroom with gold-plated faucets. Any moment now, someone looking like Daniel Day-Lewis is going to knock on my door and ask me in a crisp turn-of-the-century aristocratic American accent if I need room service... :)
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reminds me of the room my friend actually lives in
http://mimsie.typepad.com/dissonance/2007/03/reminiscing_but.html
Am I weird for liking the chintz?
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