I didn't really do the sleepover thing as a kid. Sure, I was invited to lots of them, but I always had my parents pick me up late at night. I just couldn't bring myself to ever do it. I don't know why. Uber homebody? Perhaps.
Now, however, I love staying over at a hotel. I, again, don't know why. They are unbelievably expensive. And sometimes they aren't even that great... something may be off- location, cleanliness... etc.
Most of my favourite evenings in the past year or so ended up in a hotel room-- and no, that's not supposed to sound creepy or suggest anything scandalous. I've just found that some of the best times, most memorable conversations, and favourite memories of the last little while have taken place there.
Maybe that's why. I don't really have a negative association with times at a hotel.
Plus... someone else has to clean up for me!
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