Okay... no comparisons to football fields here, but seriously, $26,000 a night.
Sure you have a few drinks and think it's all worth it as you jump in the sack, but then you wake up, look around and think... "crap, I coulda bought a sedan."
I think I left my car somewhere between Wilbur and Atticus Finch.
The second fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants lovehate podcast around form and function and the death of content-driven media for packaging.
