"I'm going to L.A., Trestles is going to be really good tomorrow and Wednesday," says my BFF.
"Where are you going to stay?" I ask.
"San Clemente," says my BFF.
"Alone?" I ask. "I want to go!"
"Maybe we should go tonight!" says my BFF. "I can be ready by six."
"Me too! I say. "Let me check with Stefan."
"Honey, um, can I go to Trestles tonight?" I ask.
"Okay," says Hubby.
"I can go!" I text my BFF.
And now we are in the car, just outside of L.A., singing, "Oooooh it's gonna be sooooooooooo goooooooood tomorrow."
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