…last night, preflight, but my zero hour was 4 am. A day of travel I wouldn’t wish on a bad actor on the worst of days. I rolled into Sunset Marquis late and stumbled into my Suite minutes later.
The day began with grand plans; Cavatina for dinner, Bar 1200 for some piano and bourbon, maybe a stroll up on Sunset Strip. Now the room service menu was calling my name.
Twenty minutes later I’m sitting on the patio of my suite, on the edge of the pool (one in the same) enjoying the cool California evening with a steak, a bourbon, and a chocolate something or another. Jimi Hendrix stares me down from his giant photo across the pool. Exquisite meal enjoyed. I melt into my chair and contemplate my fluffy cloud of a bed, I raise my glass to Jimi, I guess we’re both in heaven tonight.