I sleep in a drawer

No, I don’t. But I sleep on the floor! And I imagine it feels about the same. My body is in recovery mode after a weekend spent on the floor of a room in Michigan State University’s Kellogg Center hotel. But my body is happy about the condition. Tara and Brendan are married now, and Ellen and Katy have ensured their place as last-minute hotel room hosts of the highest order.

After such recent experience, I’m enjoying reading about the inner-workings of Chicago’s fanciest hotels in a Trib story by Toni Stroud.

“They make you feel like the sultan of Brunei,” says one guest, “without all the wives.”

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