In the past 24 hours, I have received numerous text messages asking if i’m alive.
Yes, I am alive.
Holy hell what a weekend.
You need to have stamina to handle Coachella.
I’m not going to lie day 1 was fabulous but rough.
I didn’t anticipate how tired I would be. I think it had something to do with me not knowing any of the bands, and spending WAY too much time in the Sahara Tent.
Sweet child of mine.
I nearly collapsed in the beer garden into my heineken light.
One of the best parts of the day was listening to Local Natives, on the grass with a hot dog watching the sun go down.
Perhaps it was my alter ego of flower child gangster, but day 2 I could have taken on the world.
I woke up the next morning and saw I made my status about it…
What is wrong with me?
Phoenix (my second fave), Benny Benassi, Postal Service.
It was so amazing.
Hardwell, La Roux, Lumineers, and of course Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Thank baby jesus I did not wear a dress because it could have been a disaster.
By around 8 PM, there was a Sandstorm.
I’m so happy I went, but i’m pretty sure i’m going to need an IV with water attached to me for the rest of the week.
Special thanks to the “Coachella Sharks,” Joey Orlandini,
and the Coachella Princess herself, Cammie West.
Without you I would still be lost in the Sahara tent.