Boisterous Copulation in the Next Room
The great recession has forced me to spend a great deal of time in motel rooms over the last 10 years. One of the things that can either make or break your day is boisterous copulation in the next room.
It can be fun to listen to if the performance is of superior quality. It can be annoying if you desperately need sleep and the players are too drunk or loud. It can be extremely funny to the point where you have to push your face into your pillow to keep the parties involved from hearing you bust out laughing at noises you would be embarrassed to make if there was even a remote chance of someone hearing. Or laughing at sounds so obviously fake it makes you feel sorry for the other partner.
I am not voyeuristic by nature, this is just part of what goes with motel/cheap apartment living.
My policy is I don't bitch unless the noise next door becomes truly excessive, or there are sounds of violent struggle, this has ahppened 4 or 5 times, and in these cases the police were called. One resulted in a fair sized hard drug bust.
DUers get around and travel a lot. I'll bet there are some really funny adjoining room stories out there. 
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...and I have literally heard beds break. In the 70s I took my then girlfriend to a motel that actually had VCRs for watching movies (a novelty in 1974) and coin operated vibrating mattress... We are so lucky to be on DU. I'll bet FR gets no boisterous copulation at all.
That sounds like a movie plot.
Been thinking of driving west in June, w. s.o., for a couple of events, and this provides ANOTHER incentive!!!
Have a special charm of their own, pure Americana. I once lived for years in a kitchenette with accouterments from the 40s - 50s. Remember the seperate metal grille heaters in the bathrooms? The sink had bakelite panels on the front. One time I heard water running in the shower. I pulledthe curtain back and there was a beautiful nude girl in there. (O.K. - it was my girlfriend).
Calling the front desk. Consideration for someone trying to get sleep should be common sense. Unfortunately it's not always so. I understand that along old Route 66 there are still some of the old original Americana motels still operating. For me that would be a dream cruise in a classic car. 
Soft foam earplugs of the type sold in sporting goods stores for shooting are quite effective. Just make sure you have a very loud alarm clock, or clock radio, always a good idea on the road. I have encountered situations where even thatdidn't work, in those cases a call to the front desk or if there is violence to the police is in order.
A couple of cats and a dog lived there, too. The other male room mate asked me, with considerable concern, if I could hear what he was hearing, the sound of a cat wheezing to eject a hair ball. We listened together, then it dawned on us that the new guy had come in with a flouncy chickie, so we grinned at eachother, and shrugged our shoulders, relieved that no cat was in distress!
Another male friend, around that time, asked me how I would deal with a neighbor in the next apartment whose bedroom shared a wall with his bedroom. "Each morning, when it's still dark, I'm awakened by his rhythmic thumping; I think he's having sex. How can I drop a hint or let him know?" I thought maybe he was jealous of the guy, but I suggested it might be a rowing machine or other exercise equipment.
Sure enough the next time he said he broached the subject by talking about exercise machines and the guy said he used some type, (which I can't recall all these years later) early every morning!
"Every piece of furniture I own is a total gym" Great story!
Maybe tomorrow night. 
"Boisterous Copulation" will be taken and used by ohiosmith!
I'll bet my life on it...
peace~
Also by Hope Hoops I believe.
At the plethora of products now manufactured for just that purpose lately...where where they when I was in my 20s and in perpetual need?
Bake
thank you that I have never had this experience.
Cher