My friends got married on New Years Eve a few years ago at some hotel chain that I don't remember the name of, probably because it was a wedding and it was New Years Eve. I had a fabulous time, more fun than I had had in years, and I have not had as much fun since.
And by fun, I mean vodka tonics of course.
At six thirty the next morning, DH and I were awakened by someone pounding on our door, shouting, "Housekeeping! Housekeeping!"
Seeing as how it was New Years day and the sun hadn't even risen, we assumed it was one of our friends playing a joke on us...I staggered to the door, unlocked the chain, threw the door open, only to find...housekeeping. At six thirty in the morning. On New Years Day.
I'd planned on saying something when we checked out, since checkout time wasn't until 11 AM and it really didn't make sense that housekeeping was going around trying to flip the rooms four plus hours early, but alas, all that fun I'd had the night before was coming back to bite me, and I wasn't really in the mood to talk.