you know, i did in fact just find myself fantasizing about one of those posh hotels where the door shuts and the room is enveloped in pure, undisturbed quiet.
have you ever stayed in a fancy hotel where that’s been the case?
and then you get into bed and the sheets are all nice and soft and the pillows are just right and the curtains block out all of the daylight and you can just sleep the undisturbed sleep of the undisturbed quasi-bourgeoisie.
this hotel might have certain charms for people who want to party like it’s 1989, but sitting here at 1 a.m listening to the libidinous throngs(in libidinous thongs)and their libidinous songs makes me almost get fetishistic about the thought of a quiet, dark, fancy hotel room.
i stayed at the 4 seasons in berlin a few years ago and i was in a suite and the bedroom had no windows and it was perfect and quiet and dark.
all hotels should be perfect and quiet and dark.
well, i guess it’s profoundly foolish of me to come to miami and complain about the lack of quiet and dark, especially seeing as miami has made it’s reputation for being shiny and loud.
people don’t come here looking for quiet and dark(ironic that miami used to be a repository for retirees), they come here looking for loud and bright.
the dj played interpol just recently, and, not to be too much of a snob, but i’d rather be kept awake listening to interpol than kept awake listening to the same hip-hop song over and over again.
see, i’m a bonafide cranky new yorker.
moby
