yesterday / last night was terrible. TSA held on to my bag at LAX for 7 hours before releasing it for the flight to IAH. to me this meant i didn't get my luggage until 3 am local time. i think it totally has something to do with me being in this red state of tex-ass.
so, after my bag was delivered, i settled back into bed to enjoy 3 more hours of sleep. until this time, the hotel had been silent. i did not anticipate any drama.
until my neighbors decided to come home, obviously intoxicated, at 4:30 am!!! peace and quiet flew out of the 10th story window!
i banged on the door that would be a pass-through if we had signed up for adjoining rooms, and they were so out of it, they started yelling that someone was trying to break in and rob them. nice.
so i did what every reasonable hotel patron in this situation should do. i called their room, posed as a member of the hotel management staff, and advised that several noise complaints had been received regarding their drunken and disorderly behavior. i further advised that one more complaint would land them on the street.
peace and quiet quickly reigned.
note: in a "party" town, such as vegas, measures such as the ones mentioned above would not be taken.
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YOu BITCH. That was rad.
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