We left LA at 8:45pm and our drive to Palm Springs was exactly the length of the Hamilton soundtrack. We arrived, after a stop at the grocery store, at 11pm to a house full of crazy, partying drunk people. I felt old immediately, but some campari and then a steady stream of wine and crazy conversations helped with that (plus this beautiful house and a short rainstorm?!). And then I went to bed at 3am?!