I have to give you a little backstory about one of my psychotic neurosis. Whenever I stay in a hotel room, I ALWAYS have to sleep on the bed furthest from the door. In my brain, I feel like it gives me a few extra seconds to react when the murderer comes popping through my door.

This is how it’s been… forever.

I headed into the city last night to meet Audrey for a video shoot we are working on. She arrived to our hotel first and as I was taking the elevator up to our room, I started to silently panic about the bed choice.

I’m not SO irrational that I would ask her to switch… but it would have CONSTANTLY be on my mind if I had to be next to the door.

I knocked.

She opened.

And the first thing she said after my hug was, Β “Don’t worry – I gave you the bed furthest from the door.”

You know you have a good friend when she accepts you fully for who you are. πŸ™‚

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