I stayed at the Sheraton Gateway LAX last night, and while it was a perfectly nice airport hotel, I’m dead exhausted. After 12 days of international travel with very little sleep, and in yesterday’s case flying from Vienna to London to Los Angeles, I was finally looking forward to a good night of sleep. I got to my room at around 10PM, and noticed there was a very loud, constant noise in the room that I couldn’t quite identify. I was meeting a friend for drinks (aka Diet Coke with lime) in the bar, so figured the noise might be gone when I get back to the room.
Nope, the noise was still there. I call for them to send up maintenance, though as luck would have it, the noise stopped two minutes after I called and before maintenance arrived.
I went to bed and slept well for an hour, at which point I woke up sweating, at around 1AM. I turned on the AC unit, only to find that it made a loud thumping noise every few seconds. Crap, do I put up with a loud noise or sweat myself to sleep? I went with the latter.
I eventually managed to fall asleep, only to be woken up by the screaming baby in the room next to mine at 3AM. I don’t know where the parents were, but the baby must have screamed for 20 minutes. Ugh, the walls at this place are thinner than United’s new first class blankets.
I eventually fell asleep again, only to be woken up at 6AM by that same baby trying to open the connecting door to my room. I could hear the door on the other end being unlocked, and the baby started knocking on my door. He did so repeatedly over the course of an hour, and I had no clue what to do. Do I open my door and tell them to watch after their kid, do I call security, do I play something inappropriate on my laptop really loud so the family gets the message that they’re annoying me, or do I just shut up? I was so exhausted that I went with the “just shut up” option.
I slept for another couple of hours, only to wake up again from the neighbors watching very loud Spanish television (it sounded like a soap opera, though who knows).
Hey, at least my morning had some entertainment thanks to the lady in the club lounge that was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. And yeah, as the douche that wears pajamas in airports, I shouldn’t be talking. 😉
I’m still trying to figure out where she got the jar of peanut butter from…
As if that’s not exciting enough, a new couple has checked into the room next to mine. As they entered, I heard them open the connecting door and then try to open my door as well, at which point the lady yelled to the guy “this door won’t open.”
The only thing that could make this weekend any more relaxing is an encore performance by the Andaz West Hollywood striking quartet…