A lot of people on this board travel frequently and I'm sure have had more then their share of nights they'd just as soon forget staying in rent-a-beds. An ex and I rented a room at a mountain top hotel on a Wednesday in the dead of winter for a romantic night together. All was going well until about 11PM when a party erupted in the room next to ours. After 15-20 minutes of people yelling and screaming I got out of bed and banged on the common door used to connect our two rooms yelling for them to hold it the fuck down. They banged back and laughed, so I called the front desk. I heard the phone ring and ring in the next room but the party never answered the phone. Another 5 minutes and I was getting highly pissed off and called the front desk asking what they were going to do about this. I was told "They aren't answering their phone so there is nothing we can do about it." Oh fucking really? Then I'll do something about it. I sprang out of bed and went storming out the door ready to kick someone's ass, followed close behind by my girlfriend who didn't want me to cause any trouble. (Some close friends of hers owned the hotel.) I stood in the hallway in my boxers and pounded the ever loving shit out of the door next to our room. They all got quiet and refused to answer the door. It was about this time that I realized I'd made a horrible miscalculation in my brilliant plan to have them quiet down. I didn't bring my room key with me. I had to walk down into the lobby clad in only boxers and ask for someone to let us back into our room. A security guard was summoned and took us back to get back in our room. By this time the party next door was in full swing again and he started to understand our frustration and reported it to the front desk. They're response? "We can move Mr. and Mrs. Toytoy to another room." I was fed up, tired, and somewhat embarrassed. Why the fuck should we have to move? We weren't doing anything wrong, but we were told that's the only thing they could do to rectify the situation, so we agreed. We got to our new room at 1AM. Bear in mind that this was an off peak day at a mountain resort in the middle of winter. They'd had the heat turned down in the room to 45 degrees for days since they weren't expecting anyone in that room. It had a wall heater that would raise the temperature about 1 degree per hour and a king sized bed with one fucking thin quilt on it. The night at the hotel cost me $250 to get pissed off, have to wander into the lobby in my boxers, and then freeze my ass off. At least we were lucky and knew the owners of the place. The whole night staff was fired as soon as we got home. Focus: What's your worst stay in a hotel/motel?