Grabbed some celebratory bubbly at the bar at The Hotel Majestic with Cassandra and her mom.
The Hotel Majestic was built for this super wealthy old guy and then his daughter died in it and she doesn’t want to leave so she haunts it.
And they have the largest privately owned collection of butterflies outside of a museum. What?!
Can you imagine anything that would make me happier than drinking bubbles in a room full of butterflies and celebrating the relocation of one of my dearest friends to San Francisco?
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