On Coachella…
Coachella is my adulthood equivalent of the dollhouse I always wanted when I was a kid that my parents never bought for me because they thought it was too expensive for something that I would grow out of a year later. Coachella is exactly like that, except in this scenario, I’m not buying Coachella tickets for myself, even though I have wanted to go for years, because I just feel too old for it.
Watch some bands from far away OUTSIDE? With all of these WEIRDOS around me? And mud? Possibly mud? Dehydration? PORT-A-POTTIES? FESTIVAL FASHION? Forget it. VIP tents or go home. And because it will be a long time before I can ever afford VIP tents, I’ll just go home.
