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If only we had known what was hiding under the lights, of The Ellison Suites Hotel, maybe none of this would have happened.
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I'm speechless, and that's really saying something, if you know me.
In fact when it was happening, I kept saying how this was going to be the best blog ever, but now that I'm trying to actually write about it... I've been staring at my computer for the past three days and the only words that keep coming to my mind are "What. The. F."
Since I don't even know where to start, I guess I'll start back at the beginning, when Mr. Attorney Man and I had to fly to LA for some business. I had a few meetings to attend that he didn't need to be at, so for the first few days, we spent much of our time apart. But, because his (super fun) wife had traveled with him, we decided to check out of the swanky hotel I had stayed at for my meetings, and stay an extra day in a hotel that Mr. Attorney Man had found, by the beach.
A hotel that I looked up online, and promptly decided I wasn't staying in.
"Um, this place looks scary" I hinted.