Warning: this may be our first, and only ever, R-rated blog. There must be something about hotels. Without the kids, of course. Just a week ago, during a week-long stay in Kissimmee, Florida to visit family and do some house hunting, we had some particularly amorous neighbors.
Well, to be precise, it was about 2am that night. Our room was one of those with a door to an adjoining room, and under that door came the unambiguous sounds that passionate human beings make. We both rolled over with a sigh with their grand finish.
But then a little bit later, round two began. We sort of laughed it off, but by the end of round two, we were pretty well awake. We attempted to return to sleep, but just as we were dozing off again, round three began. The next morning we had to check out. I confess I was hoping to catch a glimpse of our neighbors.
What, I wondered, did this love god and goddess look like? Is that wrong? They were, obviously, too tired to awaken as early as we did. This was a very exceptional situation, but not particularly uncommon. Usually the sounds are discrete and, like we said before, ambiguous. But then againβ¦.
One time a few years ago, we used up some free hotel nights we had earned for a weekend in downtown Atlanta.
