The Owl and the Pussycat

Our girl Charlotte checked in a little late this morning, due to what she described as a “magical Saturday evening” last night.

It’s easy to picture: Two lovely senoritas out for a stroll, a guitar-strumming lothario, an impromptu cha-cha. Fortunately, Daisy Mouse kept her head (and all her other body parts), and both girls made it back to the hotel in time to watch the sun rise.