Several Saturdays ago, I had a special night out. It was one of those nights that everything happened at once. Brian had curated a beautiful show at Northern (more on that later) and hosted the opening that night. It was also his last night in town before he moved to L.A. In addition, it was Ben’s birthday. Forest and I had plans to get drinks, too. The night was full of odd characters and friends, and much like a snowball rolling down a hill, we picked up momentum as we hopped from place to place. Upon returning home, I was greeted by housemates in the wee hours of the morning making cinnamon rolls for Sunday morning breakfast. Did I mention it was a full moon?