Last night there was a little “Bye Andreas” get-together at the Elysian. Naturally, all our friends were at least half an hour late, which Andreas took has somehow a sign that it was time for him to get out of town (as if our friends in LA are ever running less than an hour behind). While fielding questions from friends about how I was doing with Dre’s impending departure (24 hours and counting…), I realized that I’m ready for him to just GO. The anticipation is killing me. I keep feeling like somehow I need to get every….last…..drop of Andreas-time I can, and we all know that spending time with someone just doesn’t work like that. You can’t store up a finite amount of someone and then ration it to last through the time you’ve got apart.

Anyway, I know it’ll be sad without him around, but the anticipation of misery is almost worse.