BAM. You wake up to the obnoxious sound of a hotel alarm while sprawled out amongst the luscious, white sheets of a beautiful bed at the Westin. You look over to the clock — crap — you slept in, but you can still make it to this morning’s keynote speaker.
You slowly get up out of bed and stumble around the hotel room looking for something that looks halfway decent, but doesn’t smell like you already wore it. As you sniff articles of clothing left and right, it hits you — the even more obnoxious pounding of a headache from last night’s festivities down by Seaport.