Saturday, February 12, 2005
I found a ride to the Coachella Festival; a ride with two close [albeit recently too busy to hang with much of anyone] friends. I wasn’t seriously worried about finding a ride since I know there are other people going that way and, if worse came to worse, I could stay with a college friend near there and still make it via Greyhound. This way is the most reliable and least stressful.
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