Ceiling at the Museum of Contemporary Art, La Jolla, cross-processed and grainy as hell. I kinda like it.
We played a function there that night, and a bunch of cool people came out. It was lots of fun. After we left and unloaded at Black Box, Alex and I decided to be crazy kids and check out the remainder of Fever Sleeves‘ show at Bar Pink. Which put me right on track for averaging about 3.5 hours of sleep each night over Coachella.
Which, in turn, put me right on track to get sick immediately after Coachella. Whatever. It was totally worth it.