Astronaut at Coachella 2014 It is now early morning Wednesday, and most of us feel like it is day 2 of Post-Coachella Depression (when it’s really day 3). While the festival ends on a Sunday, Monday is a day of travel, and Tuesday is a day of reminiscing. I’m at the reminiscing and reflecting point, but I need to pull it together. My Coachella Experience isn’t over just yet – I still have one more weekend to go! But seeing as I am a virgin to the two-weekend bender (I’ve always gone Weekend 1/back when it was the only weekend and singular days), my heart feels like it is also in the depression. I already miss the fun memories I have created over the weekend. But I know there will be more fun to be had soon.

Cheesing it up back at the house, sporting the ever popular "Chipotle Gang" tie dye sweatshirt for Carnage fans. These are my perks for being friends w/people who work w/Carnage. No, I didn't keep the sweater. They wouldn't let me LOL

Cheesing it up back at the house, sporting the ever popular “Chipotle Gang” tie dye sweatshirt for Carnage fans. These are my perks for being friends w/people who work w/Carnage. No, I didn’t keep the sweater. They wouldn’t let me LOL

For now, let me tell you about my experience about Weekend 1 as “The Party Weekend” (next week I’ll be able to do a full recap of Weekend 1 vs Weekend 2). I certainly fucking partied, and I think that is most evident in the lack of photos I have. Ever notice the phenomenon that happens when you are having so much fun partying, that you forget to take photos? Yeah, pretty much that.

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Friends self-ing it up at the Lacoste Beautiful Desert Pool Party

My whole intent was to use Weekend 1 as the party weekend and see the headliners at night. Normally I don’t have time for parties (usually just one), but it was my mission to show up to every party I could. I was on the list for Hard Rock’s LED Parties, all parties at The Ace Palm Springs and The Saguaro (Marc Jacobs, The Do-Over/Dochella,  Club Called Rhonda), Forever 21’s Party in the Sky, Lacoste, Sonos, and FILTER. How many parties did I go to if I partied so hard? ONE. I only had time for ONE. Seriously, do you know how hard it is to coordinated your plus invites and figure out who is going to be the designated driver? I’m no trust-funder who can affored the inflated Uber prices on the fly! Not only that, but I still had to work Friday night, so by the time I got to the festival, all I wanted to do was listen to music (Girl Talk/Flume/Zedd/Outkast), pound some beers, then head home – and I did just that. I wish I could tell you my Hunter S. Thompson-like experiences, partying up in the desert, but those memories shall remain redacted. I don’t remember much of Saturday, other than being at the Lacoste party (the one party I was at) and seeing both Alexa Chung and Elijah Wood take turns at the decks. I also remember sitting poolside, accidentally knocking my friend’s drink into the pool as Jena Malone and Katy Perry laugh at some unrelated event across from me (yay! They weren’t laughing at me! Cause honestly – who cares). After that we head to the festival where I vaguely remember seeing Washed Out, falling asleep to Capital Cities, and waking up in the middle of Foster the People (how did I do that? Was I sleep walking? THEY WERE ON SEPARATE STAGES!) I later sought protection from the dust storm (I TOLD YOU THEY HAPPEN!) in the Yuma tent where I awkwardly and tiredly tried to get to know a boy. *sigh* Am I too awkward or is the festival not the right place to do it?

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Sunday was my day of MUSIC. Though most of what I saw were acts I had seen before (Blood Orange = Amazing; AlunaGeorge = Aluna, beautiful as ever but where the fuck is George?!; Disclosure = I’ve seen you guys 3 times, I love it when you bring out them special guests – especially my childhood music babe Mary J Blige; Arcade Fire = ALWAYS PURE MAGIC!!! ALL THE MAGICS!!!) – it was still fantastic and at LEAST I remembered the performances this time!

I ended the weekend by purchasing a giant $10 bottle of champagne and swimming in my friend's saline pool. Ain't no better way to wind down from a dusty festival in the desert! PS Can I still say "ending the weekend" if it was Monday?

I ended the weekend by purchasing a giant $10 bottle of champagne and swimming in my friend’s saline pool. Ain’t no better way to wind down from a dusty festival in the desert! PS Can I still say “ending the weekend” if it was Monday?

Alright, I think this post has gone on long enough and I don’t think many of you care all that much for my chronicling of Coachella Adventures. So let me end this all with a list of what I DIDN’T like about Coachella this year. What kind of recap would this be without a hate list? Things I Hated About Coachella 2014 Weekend 1

  1. Dust storms. This is the second year in a row I’m experiencing this, and I think 3 years ago was when it rained. Get it together planet! And let me remember Coachella as the place where I get tanned!
  2. The people who left the Outkast set too early… but maybe I’m just old and everyone else is just young and white. But maybe this article can explain it better than me – hell I loved Outkast’s performance!
  3. How VIP is no long VIP. I tried to go to GA bathrooms, only to find massive queues. So I went to the Rose Garden VIP area… only to wait in a mob to get in, followed by having the wonderful experience of deciding which pee line to stand in. Paying an extra $100 for VIP is not worth it if you still have to wait in that damn line.
  4. Lana Del Rey fans. Enough said.
  5. Lana Del Rey’s performance.
  6. The fact that I still like Lana Del Rey, but thank God I only love her recordings.
  7. And of course, the tacky bros with headdresses :/

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