Oh Los Angeles. Thanks to our friend Dean we snagged a couple of really nice rooms at the LA Athletic Club, a dead charming facility that has cured my insomnia of the past few weeks. Huge bed, dark and quiet, sleeping like a baby. Love it.
The halls are filled with super creepy paintings...
And though it looks a lot like the hotel from the Shining, the haunted vibe is less serial killer/beribboned twin sisters than old timey boxers with handlebar moustaches singing jaunty tunes.
The lounge was perfect for working on those last Treehouse pages
And plotting the takeover of the world
And pointed out by Ian, the LAAC logo looks just like Woody Woodpecker!
Tomorrow we head out to Comic "Caanes".
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