What do I do when I haven’t slept in two days, found out my dad had a stroke, and it’s Valentine’s Day? I go to a rave and roll my ass of, of course.
My dad is fine, thank God, but I did have one hell of a weekend.
Valentine’s Day was pretty fantastic (despite the miniature heart attack I had when my brother called to tell me about my dad being in the hospital.) It was a pretty chill day though. My boyfriend and I stayed up all night cleaning, then ran around town to do some errands, then came back to my house to clean some more, I made a strawberry cheese cake, and then my boyfriend, me, my brother, and his girlfriend met up with my friend, Adri, in Ventura to see Excision.
It was pretty perfect.