My girlfriend and I were just starting the 'hot and heavy' phase of our relationship (we were friends long before) and I booked a romantic weekend getaway in Salt Lake City.
Ok, stop laughing. Romantic and SLC don't exactly mesh, but I was living in Cali and she lived in Idaho. It was a middle ground. Easy flight for me, easy drive for her.
I booked the nicest suite at a good hotel, and were happy to finally get into our room (and back into each others, er, arms).
I'll be honest, it took us a while before we actually found the bed. When we finally did, we noticed something unique. It was a Sleep Number Bed! Neither one of us had ever been on one before, so it felt like a fun new toy for us.
I never slept in a bed that came with an instruction manual. After reading the basics, we picked our sides, and started playing with the firmness/softness. We wanted to see what numbers we were, and if we were compatible in that way too.
"WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
Holy crap, this was a loud bed...
We finally gave up on playing with the bed, and enjoyed a nice 3-day weekend together. We left the hotel room maybe 2 times in total (a good weekend indeed...). By the last night, we were both exhausted and content. She was sound asleep, and I was drifting off when I heard a familiar sound...
"WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
This wasn't coming from our bed....
"WRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
This was on the other side of the wall...
"WRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
Those damn beds are so loud we could hear our neighbor playing with their bed. Luckily that was all you were able to hear.
When I look back at the beginning of our relationship, I always look at our Salt Lake Trip and smile. Sadly, the thing I remember most about that weekend wasn't the romance. It was the bed. (WRRRRRRRR...)
