It took me hours to decide to go to Coachella. It took me a week to get all my thoughts down. Some music notes can’t go without being written down, even if well past the point of relevance.
I woke up to a Facebook message offering a last-minute ticket and I was like: YOLO. This message came in yesterday and we will be landing in the polo fields of Indio tomorrow. This is the most whirlwind Coachella attendance I have ever pulled off.
You bring the right equipment, you get hit on.
The last time I went to Coachella I was single. It’d been a few years – nearly five, to be more specific (and thus ends my excuse to link to … Continue reading
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