Chris Farley and David Spade are playing ping-pong out the window of my hotel room with some kids in the courtyard. Not waking me is part of the game, evidently, but they're not very good at it. So I push the buzzer next to my bed. When the nurse arrives she tells me there has been no ping pong — maybe I was dreaming it? — and offers to close the windows. When I wake in my own cold bed the windows are open and the fan is on.