So I did. 45 minutes and two dollars later, I was at the Fairmont.
Picked up a cheap air mattress from Walgreen's, just down the street from the hotel; at $9.99, I may just leave it behind if I decide I don't want to cram it in the suitcase on the way home. It doesn't have one of those battery-powered inflation pumps that so many of them do these days -- but it DOES have a big ol' deflation valve in addition to its beach-toy style INflation valve. I looked at that, and looked at hafoc's CPAP breathing compressor, and made a joke about using that to blow the thing up.
... it worked. A one-inch air fitting is a pretty standard size, it seemed.
Spent some time downstairs in the lobby, hanging with rikoshi, tealfox, and a few others. The hotel had a band playing, and it was ... bad.
These guys were so obviously off-key that even I noticed. Teal insisted that they were singing the harmony without the melody, which sounds about right -- but they kept getting worse. Please understand: quelonzia will attest that I have a tin ear. Eventually, these guys were playing at the resonant frequency of tin.
Finally, I went to bed. The air mattress was fine, but odd dreams plagued me through the night -- including one in which Scully and Mulder had been dragged out of retirement to infiltrate a furry convention.
And they were working for Jonathan Winters.
Don't ask me where THAT came from.