Coachella - A reality check
As my buddy Dance blogged, we are getting old. We meaning me and Dance, of course. Not you, you young, vibrant reader. Coachella really put us in our place. But, we did have a great time. Unfortunately, I just need to have a personal bubble around me. Not that I'm OCD, at least I don't think I am, but I just don't like to absorb everyone else's sweat. Because we got hooked up with some cookies from my friend Alex, me and Dance were totally dumb. So we took really dumb pics. Here's probably the worst summary of Coachella in picture book form.
Near Dance's place in Hollywood, there's a Thai restaurant with a huge hotdog sign. I didn't get around to eating there, but it's a priority for the next trip to LA.
As we were filling up the gas tank for the desert drive, we both realized how underpaid we are with our respective jobs.
When we first got to Coachella, we noticed a DJ Aoki spinning. Dance's last name is Aoki, so we figured that we should probably check out her long lost family member.
This 6'6" with dreadlocks, a beard, and a t-shirt with a picture of Jesus Christ's face decided that it would be a great idea to do some yoga in the middle of a packed area. We noticed his ball sweat.
Coachella is a place for confidence. That means you are allowed to wear only boxers, and sweat through them as much as you like. (pardon my cattiness)
Here's the man who hooked us up with the cookies, Alex. We were starting to get really dumb when this picture was taken.
Overall, Coachella is a very well run festival. There is never a bored moment and no reason why you have to stand around and listen to a band you don't like, because you have choices! Now if only I could get a little younger, then I wouldn't mind jumping around in crowds and feeling like I'm going to suffocate. Oh well, it's actually ok standing a little further back, you get a better view. Well, at least that's how I'm going to rationalize it, now that I'm an old fart.
Near Dance's place in Hollywood, there's a Thai restaurant with a huge hotdog sign. I didn't get around to eating there, but it's a priority for the next trip to LA.
As we were filling up the gas tank for the desert drive, we both realized how underpaid we are with our respective jobs.
When we first got to Coachella, we noticed a DJ Aoki spinning. Dance's last name is Aoki, so we figured that we should probably check out her long lost family member.
This 6'6" with dreadlocks, a beard, and a t-shirt with a picture of Jesus Christ's face decided that it would be a great idea to do some yoga in the middle of a packed area. We noticed his ball sweat.
Coachella is a place for confidence. That means you are allowed to wear only boxers, and sweat through them as much as you like. (pardon my cattiness)
Here's the man who hooked us up with the cookies, Alex. We were starting to get really dumb when this picture was taken.
Overall, Coachella is a very well run festival. There is never a bored moment and no reason why you have to stand around and listen to a band you don't like, because you have choices! Now if only I could get a little younger, then I wouldn't mind jumping around in crowds and feeling like I'm going to suffocate. Oh well, it's actually ok standing a little further back, you get a better view. Well, at least that's how I'm going to rationalize it, now that I'm an old fart.