Gravy and cheese smothered hashbrowns boiling in my stomach after Denny’s, driving up and down the 111 looking for Cree Street. We listened to my Ghostland Observatory CD three times (I refused anything else) and drove from Rancho Mirage to Twin Palms, Desert Palms, and at least two other palm tree derived oases before finding Cree Street, two blocks from where we had breakfast a full digestion ago.

Destination: Anthem party. Three spiked Fizzee drinks, one free LeSportsac and two pictures with a live donkey on a fake beach set later, I got to stick a toe in a pool full of inflatable wonders before having to jet to a Sasha and Digweed interview. This whole day can be organized in a series of dipping my face, my hand, Maybe half my body into one place …