While the second weekend of Coachella kicks off today, I'm looking back on last weekend's festival and don't even know where to start with all the fun memories of our scouting adventures.
This was our crew, on and off duty....
Hippie
heaven of fringe/feathers/prints/flower crowns, decorating our
carpool-chella, throwing my arms in the air to so many bands I've never
seen live, the A/X neon carnival party (maybe the best party ever of
bumper cars, ferris wheels, winning overloads of stuffed animals and
running into our counterparts of la models), the badass golf course
house we stayed in, watermelon snacks, cold heineken beer, laying by the
pool in the mornings, losing my voice, catching candy from Puscifer's
legendary Maynard, sunshine, sweat, getting the VIP bands on
successfully, running into long-lost friends from LA, aching feet, the
desert sand storm that felt like a war zone....and last but not least,
the Red Hot Chili Peppers closing show that had everyone going wild in
the midst of a wind storm as streamers launched and floated onto the
crowd as Anthony Kiedis killed it moshing all over the stage, per usual.
Hearing Under the Bridge was a favorite moment by far...yes I have my
old school moments, I'll forever love the 90s.