In California, does it all start, or does it all end?

I guess that depends on if you are from Germany or Russia or Mexico or Spain.
I'm from the Midwest, respectively. I guess.

I had a great time with Celisse. We ate too much, talked a lot or not at all. Cooked, ran, moved mattresses in Elevators that were much too small. Parked a U-Haul in a handicapped spot... swam on the roof of a hotel, ate ribs, drank champagne, dined with rich people, and I got free pants.



It's back to business.