For Every Rave there is a Rant

Last night I was sleeping in my awesome Cubby Hotel and was awoken at 5:00 am to skunk spray.

I was in the North East and had to have heat in my room, but each time the heat came on it pulled air from the outside and blew skunk smell into my room.  All I could think about was the dry cleaning bill for my suits the next day.

It must be a glass half-full kind of day, but it goes to prove that for every rave there is a rant.