Coachella

Usually, I head to Indio, CA for 3 days of music, booze, heat and randomness. This year is a little different. Marc & I just went on Saturday.

4 hours in the car
head to the URB party to pick up tickets
try to find the person that has our tickets
watch the drunk people swim naked
wonder why the bartender winks at me (or maybe she's squinting to see straight)
get VIP tickets from joely
get back in car
park
walk through a mile of horse poop to get to the festival
go immediately to VIP area, get drinks, sit down in the grass, watch and admire TV on the Radio
walk over to Fleet Foxes
get tired of standing in a huge crowd
feel old
go back to VIP area, and listen to Thievery Corporation on the way
get sausages and cokes
watch the sky
watch the crowd
overhear some dude say to his girl, "let's eat this thai food and then go have sex"
hear the crowd get excited for MIA
listen to MIA and spot people we know in the crowd
get tired of MIA after 5 minutes because of the incessant bull horn
wonder if she has a guitarist, drummer, bassist and bull hornist
seriously, what is up with the bullhorn?
drive home glad we went