We spent a quick afternoon in the Milks after the long drive north, then we ate sushi about as far away from the ocean in California as you can get; a gamble in all respects.
T'was a rowdy night with friends we hadn't seen in a while, filled with sake bombs and mountain rambling and foot races. Spring Break for a bunch of dirtballs.
So instead of shame-walking our way back to the Buttermilks the next morning we fled south to more isolated pastures.
I'd like to thank Will for always agreeing to be my muse :*