Sleep Spent

Mike and I left at 11:30 this morning. Sadly, he ended up not getting the Z4. Instead, we’ve got a 3-series coupe. It’s still a Beamer; you won’t find me complaining! We stopped at the Harris ranch on the way down and bought some steaks.

I bought four mags on the way down (_The New Yorker_, Out, Harper’s and The Economist) and read some from all of them. This issue of Harper’s has two very interesting stories about the new Christian fascism. I recommend it highly.

Mike’s father, whose place we’re staying at, lives about 15 minutes from Coachella (the town and the festival both). It’s amazingly close. And his place is practically a mansion. I’m sitting in the round dining room right now writing this. There’s a massive kitchen, a decent sized pool, a whole patio area, a hot tub, four bedrooms, a bunch of incredible bathrooms... It’s just spectacular. I think this is the nicest house I’ve ever been in. :-)

Mike and I grilled up some steaks (which were fabulous) and ate once we got here. Then we had a soak in the hot tub. Then we hung out with friends of Mike’s sister (Ashlee).

Tomorrow: attend Ashlee’s VIP-only partee in the morning/early-afternoon, then head over to the festival around mid-afternoon. Return, crash, repeat.