It’s 11:45 pm, and this is the scene outside my hotel room right now:
The Hilton is hosting a Wheel of Fortune taping, and my room is unfortunately right near the set. The crowd is cheering, shrieking, and generally whooping it up. I am a lowly guest in the hotel, so the taping will go on until “sometime soon, but they should be wrapped up by midnight.”
Why, oh why, Hilton, couldn’t you give my room to a cast or crew member, and give me a quiet room near the business meeting I was attending?