Holy cow, it’s LOUD here in my Chicago hotel room. Even though I’m 12 stories up, I can hear every car on the street, the deep rumbling of the trains, and the sirens of the fire station on the next block. In addition to that, next to my room is the service elevator, and it’s very loud. Across the hall are some pretty loud guests yakking and laughing and such. I’m definitely not at home in my quiet little townhouse with only the dog barking to disturb me.
I wonder if they sell earplugs in the gift shop.
Now, an update:
Last November I reported on a strange set of sculptures at the Hyatt Regency Phoenix, which seemed to portray alien hybrids of human and rabbit (and other animals) engaged in acrobatics.
Well, here in Chicago, I found yet another example of this bizarre genetic experiment outside the John Hancock Tower.
