Michael is insane. He texted me during my nap asking me how I felt about going to Miami this weekend for Ultra. I had already bought plane tickets to fly home yesterday! And where the fuck would we stay? And how much would we have to shell out to pay for the multiple days of Ultra?

I mean, as tempting as this sounds, I don't know if my mom would be okay with the idea of me transferring tickets from going to LA to Miami...especially when it's all of her money I'm spending. Plus where the fuck would we stay? That's such a huge commitment...plus Miami is across the fucking country!

Don't get me wrong...when I saw the Ultra lineup for this past weekend I was crying. I was so bummed. All of my favorite DJs in one fucking location? Good heavens. As amazing as Michael's offer sounds, it is just way too last minute. I know Eric and I always wanted to party in Miami as a bucket list, but I feel like I'd have to plan this for several weeks.

No way. No way Jose. I'm going home.