We touched down in LA, and Kat was brimming with excitement.

"I've got so much I want to show you!" she exclaimed.

There was a limo waiting for us. It was LA. No excess was too great. There was another bottle of Dom in the car, and we were sipping on glasses by the time the driver loaded our luggage and whisked us away.

"Where are we staying?" Kat asked.

"Well, I know well enough that you love Beverly Hills," I said.

"The Beverly Wilshire?" she inquired.

I held up my hands innocently. "Wait for the surprise," I said.

Kat fed us each bumps of coke during the 45-minute drive....