We knew parking could be a problem, but I had an idea. I texted Mark to see if we could park at his place on PSH. Not only was the answer 'yes' but turns out Mark was planning to attend the event. So we met at the 'shack' for a drink and then all walked over.
So much fun, such a beautiful night and lots (and lots) of laughs.
At the end of the evening, Dee dropped me off at LAX for a late night flight home. "You know you've got sand in your shoes, right," asked the TSA agent.
Yep. That's the sign of a great evening.
