Before the big bash in LA began, Beth and I headed to the wholesale district and scooped up some deals.
We also saw some ghostly apparitions! We'd heard that the Millineum Biltmore hotel was haunted, but we didn't expect ghosts downtown too. (actually, these are just fabric displays, but we thought they were cool)
We wondered if we'd see a real ghost, and spent some time talking to a housekeeper at the hotel who told us some spooky stories from some of the employees' experiences.
And then we noticed the writing on the mirror...
It didn't show up after the first couple showers, but then Beth saw it after hers. We couldn't read it. Some other language, I guess.
I tried to sound it out, then wondered if I cursed us by speaking it aloud, (as in many horror movies) but when nothing bad happened, I figured that like in some movies, you had to say it three times for the ghost to appear. (I learned a lot from Beetlejuice).
We didn't think we should tempt it, so I didn't sound it out again. Lori wiped it off and tried to sub her own joke message, but after my shower, her message wasn't there. And this one was.
We also experienced ecto-goo. Well, at least that was what I was claiming it was. Items around our room were wet for no reason and Lori's dress was slimed.
As Dewdrop would say, "cweeepy!"
An equally fascinating sighting for a midwesterner visiting California, was this sign.
Matthew Broderick and Warren Beatty were shooting a movie at the hotel.
And in the courtyard outside.
I can see why. Wow, what a place.
The place itself, ghosts or not, was beautiful in every detail. Service was impeccable, and the rooms were comfy.
And have I mentioned the food? OH MY!
But not all treats are safe.... I sat down with a group who were discussing a serious cupcake disappearance from a past gathering Kim hosted.
It was me.
I am the Cupcake Thief.
But really, there were circumstances behind the theft! Peer pressure, a bottle of wine, and the most delectable treats sitting in a hallway, all alone, on the floor, I couldn't help myself. They were left overs from our earlier party, and we didn't get one then.
Soooooo, when we saw them there, tempting us with their deliciousness, how could I resist scooping them up and running with them to one of our rooms, where we had a little midnight party going on????
Well, there are two sides to the story. One is a group of tipsy gals being silly and sneaking treats. The other side is a poor, hungry young lady yearning for a cupcake, that disappeared from her doorway.
When I heard the other side of the story, I had to make amends and purchased the best little cake I could find to replace the stolen goodies for Cynthia, the victim of our crime.
I think she forgives me.