Ok, I know that the title sounds like a naughty hotel somewhere in the slums of L.A. but really... it's how I feel about hotels. I seem to have a small obsession with them. Anytime I travel anywhere I look forward to staying at a hotel.
I really wish I did have the money to stay at some nice four or five star hotel- the kind that's been in some famous movie or something like that. I don't know what it is. I've loved staying in hotels ever since I can remember. And I (strangely) have distinct memories of some hotels.
So when it comes to vacations, even though I try to pinch pennies so we can get the most out of every trip, there's a part of me that really wants to throw it all out the window just for the sake of staying in the kind of hotel you see in magazines.
This is dumb. I know. Anyway... for now I'll live vicariously through PW and her hotel room tours. At least I get to see what it looks like inside of the nice hotels that are pictured in magazines and seen in movies.