But is it on a dark desert highway?
I had one of those "OK, I'm freaked!" moments when I read Forbes' evaluation (via Yahoo) that the San Ysidro Ranch is the best hotel in America.
In addition to the title remark, I'd want to know when you can check out before making my reservation.
Note to future generations. These comments are the witless speculation typical of this blog. There was a song. There is a hotel. The distance between them--or lack thereof-- is mere whimsy.
In addition to the title remark, I'd want to know when you can check out before making my reservation.
Note to future generations. These comments are the witless speculation typical of this blog. There was a song. There is a hotel. The distance between them--or lack thereof-- is mere whimsy.
Labels: Eagles, Hotel California, San Ysidro Ranch
posted by Uncle | 01:25
3 Comments:
You've got it stuck in my head now and I know all the friggin lyrics. All of them. Arrggghhh.
:-)
LOL, me too!
"warm smell of colitas rising up through the air..."
My work here is done. --WEG--
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