Los Angeles

By the time most of you read this I will have done it. I will be deep inside dreaded pit of insanity from whence I came. I’m coming home.

My flight lands at Long Beach Airport at 9am (because fuck LAX).

I am having a glorious BBQ with all 10 of the people who want to see me in Wardlow Park at 5pm. Whatever you do, please do not use this information to kill us all. We’re 11 of the nicest people, I swear.

But more seriously, I will be packing in the work meetings, so this is the thing to see me at.