The premise, when I explain it to my kids, is confusing. You’re going to a hotel—to sleep? For the past 12 months, my passport has languished in its drawer, and not a single ticket stub has made its way into my wallet; travel of any kind is a novelty. A night away, simply to knock myself out? Inscrutable to them, highly appealing to me.
And I wasn’t hitting just any old sack but rather the “world’s best bed”—at least according to Swedish mattress company Hästens, which has installed its $200,000 Vividus model (Drake’s a fan of the $400K Grand