Everyone, please tell me if you are one of the 329 million Americans who prefers to sleep on a slab of cement rather than a bed. Hands? Anyone? No? That's strange. Because the bed at my hotel this weekend would lead me to believe otherwise. The bruises on my hips and shoulders would lead me to think that most Americans actually prefer pain and discomfort as they drift in and out of sleep. No? So most of you actually like some fluff to your bed, something soft? Something, dare I say it, comfortable? A pillow top even? Or is that taking beds to an extreme amount of comfort? I only ask because 9 times out of 10 when I stay in a hotel, even a very nice, expensive hotel, I find that the beds are about like sleeping on the floor. Just with sheets. And this weekend, when Big K and I took a little romantic getaway to The Big City and stayed in a FOUR STAR HOTEL, was no exception. The pillows were feather. The furniture was rich dark wood. The bathroom had marble counter tops and a jacuzzi tub. But the bed was about like a hospital bed. Minus the mattress. Seriously, that bad. In fact, the bed was so bad that--I kid you not--we got up (I don't say "woke up" because neither of us had slept a wink yet) at 1:30 am, packed up, and WENT HOME to sleep on our own normally soft bed. That's how bad it was. So I just want to know, what is the deal? Who are these bajillions of travelers who prefer this kind of torture when they travel? Because me? I like to be able to actually sleep in my hotel. It's kind of, you know, the point. And the next day, I prefer to be able to wake up and walk without an adjustment at the chiropractor first. But maybe that's just me. Maybe I'm the odd man out. Maybe I am just expecting way too much from a bed. If so, do tell so I can stop setting myself up for disappointment with such ridiculous, frivolous expectations.
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I betcha most of those people are up all night drinking and partying that they don't even notice cause they probably pass out on the floor when they get to the room at 4 AM.
Where exactly is the Big City? I am pretty sure there are none around here...
Oh and I am all about the squishiness.
Sorry your weekend sucked!
Okay so I hope you got your money back. And I feel your pain. Saturday night, as I was sleeping on Cameron's bed (a hand-me-down of like 20 years) (and yes, I said Cameron's bed..maybe I was having a sensitive evening and was blubbering and decided to sleep in their room...they were gone anyway)
I felt really bad for him. Cause his bed is literally as hard as the floor. It was awful!
Lame! I hope you told the hotel just how crummy their bed was. We have a memory foam mattress on our bed which seems firm right at first but once you get used to it is really very comfortable.
ok my hand went up,
when we were first married, my husband would rather sleep on the floor than our bed, in tonga they don't have beds.
So I just got used to sleeping on the floor..
To this day, me and my kids and hubby find ourselves on the cement slab some nights...
sorry for your bruises..
if you had fat like me, you wouldn't get those ya know.. ;)
Sorry your night was so terrible. What hotel was this (So I don't make the same mistake?)
Out of a hundred nights I spent in hotels in a year, maybe two were spent on a bed that was comfortable. The hotels are the same businesses that want you to join the green program to save the earth by not washing your towels, bed sheets, and everything else to save some money. I may give my guests the worst bed in the house and they may roll into the middle from the 20 years of wear on it, but it's softer than concrete.
what hotel was it? tell me so i can avoid.
Hahaha! You're going to have a hard time avoiding this one, Mindi. It was a Marriott!! (city center)
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