"Holiday" Inn?

I'm in Shreveport, Louisiana. If you look at a map of the state, I'm at the top leftish of the state. I'm at a Holiday Inn. Every time I stay at one of these, I always wish it was like the 1942 Bing Crosby/Fred Astaire flick, Holiday Inn. This movie first introduced the song "White Christmas." Its a great "snuggle up to the fire and grab a cuppa hot chocolate" flick. Plus there are no parts in it that make me blush.

However, in the real world, I'm stuck in this hotel room until its time for me to drive to my meeting. It's in a few hours and then I get to drive back home to Baton Rouge. Its so weird to me that I just used the word "home" and "Baton Rouge" in the same sentence. But the big BR has become my home. Stranger things have happened.....

Well, I'm going to go. The maid has knocked on my door twice and I don't think I'll be able to keep her out for much longer. I need to roll my butt outta bed and get dressed, but I always set the temperature really cold so I can snuggle under the covers when I sleep. The downside is its about 60 when I wake up in the morning and that doesn't really encourage anything except my resolve to not get out of bed.