You know that saying . . . When the bed is a rockin, don't come a knockin? I was in that predicament at 11 pm and again at 7 am this morning. I am traveling for business and even the swankiest hotels are hookup alleys. It all started when I was knee deep in "words with friends" on my iPad. I heard a little squeak, so subtle that I figured it was running water from upstairs; however, I quickly realized I was wrong. The sounds got louder, and after a few OMGs I realized that "adjoining doors" might as well be joining. Luckily I brought along my trusty earplugs (note to self: don't ever travel without them). My guess is that this is some high-end affair. Yes, this is a rash generalization, but given the type of people at this hotel, I bet am not too far off. Now I can't help but think that every hotel guest I pass is my romping neighbor. Oh the joys of travel.