Maybe I spoke too soon.
I wrote a post late last night about my very positive first impressions of the Seattle Airport Holiday Inn. In the post, I described the clean, modern space and offered some thoughts on why (to our surprise!) we preferred this hotel to the higher-end Kimpton Hotel Vintage in downtown Seattle.
Now I have to eat a few of those words. They don’t taste very good, but fortunately there aren’t very many of them. The main issue was sleep quality – which is kind of a big deal. The issue that followed was apathy – which is a bummer, but clearly not as big a problem as a semi-sleepless night.
Here’s what happened: we got back to our room at the end of the evening and were excited to get into our jammies and go to sleep. The beds looked very inviting, and we were exhausted.
Our first disappointment was the quality of the pillows. They were lumpy and small…all eight of them! However, since it was late and we were tired, we decided to make the best of the situation and simply go to sleep: no late-night phone calls to housekeeping.
As soon as I snuggled into the bed, I realized that I was in for a long, cold night. The down comforter was completely deflated, and felt about as warm as a thin cotton blanket. I searched for a spare blanket in the closet, but to no avail: there wasn’t one. I got up and put on socks and a hat.
Then our real temperature woes began. First we were blasted by freezing cold air for several hours. This was despite adjusting the thermostat to a more comfortable number; our adjustments just didn’t stick…until they did. In the middle of the night, the temperature had skyrocketed to 75 degrees, and we were sweltering.
All of the wild temperature fluctuations caused both of us to get a little congested. When Hottie started snoring, I didn’t want to wake her up, so I downloaded the Sleep Pillow app on my phone and used it for white noise…which then woke her up…but she didn’t want to wake me up.
So we didn’t get much sleep.
At check out, I mentioned the weird pillows, lack of extra blanket, and schizophrenic thermostat to the front desk agent. He was super nice. He listened. He wrote down our room number on a piece of scratch paper. He smiled sympathetically. And that was it. That was as far as it got. As I walked away from the front desk, I saw him deposit the piece of scratch paper somewhere below the desk. I can only assume it was the circular file.
Holiday Inn, I was really rooting for you.
Why you got to do me like that?