COACHELLA.

Imagine a place where grass meadows are covered in campsites as far as the eye can see. The sun is pulsing from dawn 'till dusk. Beads of sweat, non-stop. A giant ferris wheel is visible in the distance. Kids sit on top of vans swinging their beer cans and singing songs. Lovers walk hand in hand, rushing to see the next set. Feathers and fringe decorate hippies. Clothing is minimal and colorful. Water bottles and ice in your cooler, at all times. Molly, cocktails, beers, shots, cigs, bowls, laughs, pool parties, beats. To-Do: Frolick, rage, frolick some more. It was almost too good to be true.

It was 107 degrees, a record-high heat. The only part I could do without.

Our tent was a fruit roll-up, fits one person. Perfect for me and Trev.

Costco trip before-hand was imperative. The list included: crackers, crossaints, protein bars, apples, 2 loaves of bread (stupid), hummus, turkey, more crackers, and alcohol. 90% of this went untouched. Next time, leave the bread products behind.

We get there Friday morning, zero traffic, companion parking, unpacked and ready to party by 12 pm. 20 minutes of chill time, pass the beer. A couple of shots too please!! Time to party :)

By 1 we're walking to the Sahara tent with a group, time to see Beat Bots? Names aren't even important at this point, as long as they're good. This DJ supposedly had a cool, groovy vibe.

Next stop: Gary Clark Jr., Guitar extraordinare.

Camp site break. Meet up, re-group, hang out, take shots, back to the Polo Grounds! Feed Me, M83, Afrojack, and Swedish House Mafia, here we come!!