Coachella was a sunshiney wonderland of music,
fashion, and flower crowns.
The first morning, we woke up to mimosas, sipped John Daly's by the pool, and grilled burgers for lunch on our BBQ.
Then we set out on the impossibly long walk to the festival. The house we rented was only 1.5 miles away from the fairgrounds, but it took over an hour to get there because of street closures and pesky gates...not that we didn't try to jump every possible fence. There was just no way around it!
At least it was sunny :)
My favorite concert of the night was
Jurassic 5 -- even though I must admit I hadn't heard any of their music before that night. We were up pretty close to the stage for the show, and I was totally jamming out. Even Brian was like
who are you?
So many hands in the air! SO. MANY. HANDS.
Feeling that many people all swaying to the same beat, all cheering, all happy, all together -- it's euphoric! But it can also be overwhelming and exhausting -- which is why I instituted the First Rule of Coachella: sit whenever possible. Even in a huge throng of jumping people.
The next day, Sharz and I wiggled our way into the Lacoste Party (I should say, Sharz wiggled our way in, while I stood quietly sipping my free Patron margarita...). I was not into the Hollywood-esque line drama and the "who are you here with?" attitude, but I must say, once we got in, that ish was glorious.
There were free drinks, free food trucks, free Patron ice cream sandwiches (omg), free Kiehl's products brought around on trays, free pedicures (I'mnotkidding), free flower crowns, and a free photo booth! With a blow-up alligator! Did I mention it was free?
Those of you who
follow me on instagram may have noticed me hashtagging #bestdayofmylife...I don't regret any one of those tags. Truth.
Not one bone in my body wanted to leave the Lacoste paradise when it came time to head to the concert that day, but alas, we had a very-important-not-to-be-missed
Lumineers concert to get to. Life is hard at Coachella ;)
The concert ended with the most awesome
Red Hot Chili Peppers show (every song they played was a hit!), and a ridiculous sandstorm. I'll leave out the nightmare that was the drive home, but suffice it to say, I will probably be finding sand in strange places for the next year.
By the time we left, I was exhausted and sand-blasted and pretty sure Coachella was best left as a once-in-a-lifetime type of experience.
But then the second weekend rolled around,
and I somehow wished I could go back!
Till next time Coachella...