This was a good weekend. Party at Angel's followed by a sleepover with Travis, RJ and I. Then Sunday was PK's breakfast burritos, then the Buddhist temple, Firefly, a pillow fight, some good movies and even better friends. Reality was nice for a while.
Carrie, Travis & I went and drank ourselves stinko in a bar in SF last night. It was the awesomest. We staggered back to Travis' in a torrential downpour with Carrie & Travis singing drinking songs at the top of their lungs. I mostly just died from the hills. Travis is good people. I'm glad he's moving back to SoCal. Placebo tomorrow!