We got back into town late last night, after one of the best music festivals I've ever been to. I have so much to tell you, but I need a day or two, please. After not sleeping well last week, then getting four hours sleep before the plane ride up to Portland on Friday, then partying like the rockstar Whoreshoes I was with for two days and a fourteen hour drive home yesterday, I am a sick puppy. Flu, I think, with fever and sore throat and headache and various ills. I've slept all day, and I'm planning on keeping that up.
So I'll tell you about it later, and for now, here's just a taste of the fun:
Lala sets up bar
Always tip well