Coachella
it took us 5 hours there and 2 hours back. at some point, somewhere, we were going 110 with no hands. showers and hotboxes don't mix. don't call damien cause he won't call you. hip hop rocks. fuck you! fuck you! fuck you! the faint make me dance. the search for churros is neverending. grease + noodles = yum. frozen lemonade is a condiment. backstage is da bomb. the dresden dolls can have me whenever they want. weezer makes me wanna hop. black star makes me feel black. bright eyes makes me feel white. the arcade fire are superheroes. pens are contraband but metal rods are not. coldplay is cool. autoluxe is hott. being there at 12 means leaving at 2. at motel 6 they are not towels but exfoliants. leering mexicans make it fun. $6 pizza is worth it. dropkicking ice cream makes it better. grilled cheese becomes 2 cheeseburgers and katie will never live it down. bring pot to make friends. giant babies are an excellent rendezvous-unless no one meets you there. nine inch nails are noisy yet satisfying. debris is inevitable. vodka looks like water for a reason. gum is an attractive decoration for pants. no one really lives out there. heat is oppressive and electrifying. shade is relative. tan lines are a point of pride.
when in doubt, ihop.
when in doubt, ihop.