19 March 2011

hind·sight.

recognition of the realities or possibilities
 of a situation, event, decision etc.,
 after its occurrence.



It was 11:14 PM when it happened
But let me factor in day light savings
At least give me that--so I can feel a little better
So...It was 12:14 AM
And I was jolted--transported out of a pleasant dreamland
Into a terrible / fiery / hellish reality
I wasn't in my bed
No
I was in a hotel
I was lucky to have fallen asleep at all
I'm one of those people
Those people who do not sleep well--period
Let alone in hotel rooms
It took me a moment to remember where I was
To orient myself
To realize why I had woken up
There were, If measuring off of volume alone
Forty teenage girls laughing, screaming,
And racing down the hallway
They were staying in a room
That very possibly could have been the one I was once sleeping in
Yes, I was certain that this mob of girls
Had somehow gotten into our room
I checked it out and sure enough
Our extra lock was still in place and secure
Somehow--some impossible way
Emma, Eva, and Kristi didn't wake up
I waited.
Positive it would only take a minute
Until they were wide-eyed and irritated too
But it didn't happen
And I am convinced
That if there were a fire alarm sounding
Above their heads
They wouldn't stir
I was baffled and jealous
I still am frankly
That they could just continue on sleeping...
Enough time had passed that I was fuming
I almost went out in my nightgown
To yell at these young girls.
I had lost my mind (clearly)
I talked myself into just calling the front desk
I spoke with Paula--a very kind woman
Who promised to call security
And get things quieted down immediately
I hung up the phone and sat there
Not feeling satisfied and proud
But feeling sad and sick and maybe even sorry
Because guess what?
I have been one of those loud girls
On the other side of the much-too-thin hotel wall
With my friends
I have gotten in trouble for simply having fun
And I feel sorry.
Sorry for stealing a restful night's sleep from people I don't know
But I am more sorry/sad for ruining
A funny, happy, competitive girls night
That the young girls next door had going on
At 12:14 AM I became a real, lame adult
And I want it back.

3 comments:

Kaley and Jeremy said...

As Jer always says, "you know you're old when the things you used to do start to annoy you."

The worst thing is? Us...our friends...we were(/are)the LOUDEST and possibly the most obnoxious...

Yikes!

Jota and Corter said...

I had an extremely similar situation when we stayed in Atlanta. But ours was at 3:30 and it was a bunch of drunk men. I didn't call, but in hindsight, I wish I did!

Jenna said...

Oh man, I have had the same experience happen and you wanna just scream and tell them to shut up, but like Kaley said, we were probably the worst ever! I'm not the best sleeper either, I can empathize with you....xoxo.