Brea Jones

I just got home from a night of revelry with two of my closest friends from Chico State. As you can tell by the time stamp on this post, we had a late night. After getting our groove on at Sacramento dance club Avalon until about 1:30 a.m., we had the brilliant idea to drive to San Francisco and see the Golden Gate Bridge. It’s not as if we are new to California — all three of us were raised in Northern California. We just decided we weren’t ready for the night to end.

Out of all of us, I think I was the most primed for the late night. I’ve been working the “evening shift” at The Record since September, so staying up until 3 or 4 a.m. is nothing new to me. However, crashing for a few hours in the back seat of a sedan and waking up at 7 a.m. parked in the Golden Gate Bridge vista point, is a story worth sharing.

I hope everyone is enjoying their three-day weekend as much as I am.