his profile said “looking for love but making out is cool, too.”

we had the dustiest dreamiest creamiest sugar light that fell in thick drippy puddles. and then just like that, coastal fog crept its way through the valleys, a rare evening treat. a gift. and we screamed and laughed and played and named trees.

looking at all of the guests below—the quiet glow of the candles and pendant lights. the band was playing “where is my mind” and people were dancing and scream singing along. toasting champagne. and the weather was perfect. in this little alleyway slice of heaven. tucked under palm trees and vine covered walls under the glow of red and purple and blue and yellow stage lights.