Before my honeymoon,I had never vacationed at a place where a luxury hotel was involved aside from my cross-country road trip with Joe Millionaire years earlier. My only attempt to break away from the hellish cross-country driving excursion was to make an emergency get-away stop in Vegas where I was rescued by a former high-rolling, Israeli diamond dealing boss and was put up in the glitzy MGM Grand for one night.
That oxygen-pumped MGM was my first experience staying at a hotel that did not require me examining the bed mattress for signs of bed bugs. But since I has committed driving all the way to LA with Joe, I was too frenzied to notice the perks that come with a hotel room and terrace suite.
Which brings me to my stay at Shutters on the Beach in Santa Monica.
My husband and I had flown to LA to visit his aging aunt and uncle and some NY friends who had relocated to the west coast. We checked into Shutters and I immediately plopped myself into one of those plush lounge chairs that scream for you to take a nap in. Feet away from the bar
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