Where would you be pleased to find yourself locked up overnight?

I actually laughed outright at this question.

I'm a fairly G-rated person, I wasn't always this way, but I am now. My first thought was at a resort with a pool. The next was the Venetian in Vegas and then lastly Disneyland.

My husband's answer:
A room full of puppies.

I like the thought of the above, puppy breath, cute roly-poly little chubsters, and just general mayhem.

I don't like to think any further than that because then rationality sets in. I shall ignore puppy poop and non-stop whining.