My bestie wanted me to meet her parents and they were in village for a couple of days.
They were staying at a hotel close to the airport, about 2 minutes away from our apartment. My bestie and I drove to the location and we plan to spend most of the day with them. The two of us went to the museum and the planetarium and we had a nice brunch in the park. At the end of the day, I was tired and ready to drive home. My bestie surprised me with a room at the hotel where her Dad and dad were staying. The two of us had a suite on the 7th floor. I was a little distraught until my bestie told me that she got both of us separate rooms. The two of us had rooms on the same floor and both of us had a suite, but our rooms were not adjoining or on the same side of the hall. She did not want me to suppose distraught or pressured. I was impressed with the accommodations and my bestie had a room that was only a few doors away. The room was comfortable and cozy. There was a ductless heating plan in the study room. The ductless oil furnace was on the wall towards the ceiling, so I did not have to worry about the constant heat blowing in my face. That is a single of my least favorite things about sleeping in a hotel. The wall furnaces are always at eye level and it dries out my eyes and sinuses in the middle of the night. The ductless oil furnace above my head was a much more comfortable sleeping arrangement.