Ever wonder what the view’s like from a hotel room that’s 9,350 feet above sea level? I’ve got your answer:
Last night the smoke detector in my room malfunctioned. I don’t know why–Robert M. Pirsig would presumably say it’s because of my romantic worldview–but the result was the smoke detector sounding like “Eruption” by Van Halen. At 3:30 I called the front desk; it took two men over an hour to fix it, and so instead of sleeping eight hours I slept four. Today just became a whole lot lazier.