Our cute little hotel, Catalina Canyon Resort & Spa. Sounds much more glamorous than it actually was. It was only about .5 miles away from the strip, but most of that was uphill, and at night there were no street lights so it was pitch black and dangerous. Good think we made friends with the cops, who gave us a ride to back to our place both nights. One of my favorite memories is blasting Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville and singing at the top of our lungs with the cops all the way home. Little did I realize, those are the same cops that grace the L.A. streets. Man, in Catalina, they seem so much cooler!
