Do you know that feeling, that your own bed always feels the best? Yes? Then you're going to the wrong hotels, girl. I haven't quite figured out what exactly the formula of the Hoxton Hotel in Paris is, but those white checkered beds are something else. Insanely comfortable. Soft, yet firm. Such a shame that I only slept there for about four hours. But hey, when Grand Marnier invites you to a tasteful party in Paris, you understand that there's not much time for sleep. In fact: if you're eating cotton candy at 4:30 AM (and yes, dancing with pink-dressed drag queens in the gay bar to Madonna's Like a Prayer), then you know it was a successful night. Luckily, breakfast the next morning eased the hangover a bit. Heading to Paris soon? Treat yourself to the Hoxton. The lobby, the jungle courtyard, the now-iconic staircase: everything is beautiful. Oh, and if you go: say hi to the bed for me. And tell it that I'll stay longer next time. And smell less like orange liqueur. But it was so worth it… Thanks Grand Marnier for a great night!