What is it about hotel beds? I’m in a great hotel on M Street in Washington – lovely room, all the amenities. Except for the bed. I’m guessing the thread-count for the sheets is, roughly (and I do mean roughly) 50. Good for an all-night body exfoliation, but not conducive to a good night’s sleep. The pillows – all 8 of ‘em – are foam-rubber basketballs. And the bed-spread. You know the one I mean. The one that’s on every tourist bed from Hotel 6 to – apparently – super-duper luxury hotels, the faux-quilted one with a slicky underside that slides all over the bed.
I am a real stickler for a good bed, but then I have the best bed in all the world at home – one of those high numbers built before 1920, perfect mattress, 400+-count sheets, down comforter, and marvelous feather pillows. So, you see why havin’ to give it up for a crap piece o’bed just doesn’t sit (recline?) right with me.
Hotels. Please. Forget the cool wallpaper, CD player, morning newspaper, Oreos on the pillow. I want a comfortable bed when I travel. Geez, you’d think for $250/night the place could guarantee at least that.
Didn't mean to go all Princess-and-the-Pea-ish on you (make that Princess Peevish). That’s it for my Friday morning rant.