I went to San Francisco last weekend to visit friends and participate in Lovefest, some gay ass dance festival.

It was probably the best weekend to date, of my life and I shall lay it out for you.

Friday -

I left Friday morning around 4. Easier to drive that way especially getting through LA which is a huge choke point of traffic once all the working class people get out of bed. It would probably put me behind maybe 3 hours of my journey just to get through LA county.

I flew through LA and go to Santa Barbara in like an hour and a half, I drove hella fast too. But whatever.

My main plan was to pick up some friends in Santa Cruz, then drive to the city from there. I arrived in SC at about 12 (as I had planned) got my awesome friend Caitie, then we got Montana, another friend. Drove up to the city, dropped off Montana at her place and went a mutual friend of Caitlyn and I, Rose. Got to her apartment all was good. Her boyfriend got us seats at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass in the park, so we got ready, smoked a bowl and went down there.

Saw f**king Jon Prine and hung out there with all the people who like free blues concerts. Went back to her apartment, her roommate, another friend of mine from high school, Roksi came home. We started drinking a lot of tequila and Roses boyfriend and I played Edward 40 hands with miller light 40