Because I’ve been busy with a job search, I’ve been a little neglectful of my blog. Earlier this month, I had dreams and aspirations of posting a recap of each day of Coachella – from my hotel room, the nights of! – but anyone who’s experienced Coachella will know that this is nearly impossible. Especially if you’re not properly prepared for it, which I wasn’t, because the trip was a complete and total surprise. I’ll say this: it was good and bad that I wasn’t totally prepared. It was good, because:

  • I had no idea what to expect. The shock of it all made it that much more unbelievable.
  • I had to do it on a shoestring budget.
  • I didn’t over-anticipate it.
  • I didn’t worry about buying stupid clothes I’ll never wear again.
  • If things went wrong, if I felt tired and defeated, if I missed an act, my brain said, “It’s cool, Meredith! No worries. The tickets were free.”

It was bad, because:

  • I had no idea what to expect. The shock of it all made it that much more overwhelming.
  • I didn’t have money saved.
  • I didn’t get to research the bands before I went. Had I more time, I would have dug deep into Spotify, scoured the schedule, and really planned out my days.
  • I had to depend on the resources I had, which meant spending the weekend with a backpack that dug into my shoulders, buying expensive sunscreen at the last minute, and relying on the fashion that I had (which isn’t festival-friendly).

All-in-all, it was a fantastic experience, and I can’t thank my friend Kelsey enough for it. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It made me feel simultaneously hip-and-with-it and old-and-crotchety. Because at Coachella, anything is possible. Here are videos of my experience:

 

Day 1 was fueled by adrenaline. We woke up early, drove to the desert early, and arrived at Coachella early. We scouted the place out and quickly discovered the the Beer Gardens were where it was at. It was also the day that, in the haze of all that is Coachella, Kelsey and I both forgot where the car was parked and were sure it’d been stolen. I’ve never felt so defeated. I thought I might spend the night sobbing in a barren parking field.

Day 2 was the day of running back and forth to different stages and feeling like I was missing everything. I felt almost confident that I would be able to get through the weekend, but I also felt like the weekend was never going to end. Time stops in Indio.

I don’t know what the deal with Day 3 was, or if it was a perfect storm: very last day of the festival, Easter, 4/20, QUICK-EVERYONE-FINISH-ALL-OF-YOUR-DRUGS-BEFORE-YOU-GET-HOME. The final day of Coachella was awash with 90’s nostalgia and a lot of strangers hugging. It was also the day that I saw a couple unbothered by any sense modesty, tantrically dryhumping by the side of a major walkway, mere feet from the bathroom line I was in.  Romantic. Sexy. RAW.

 

Would I go again? Probably.

MUCH THANKS to Ellen DeGENEROUS (see what I did there?), whom Kelsey won the tickets from. And, obviously, I can’t thank Kelsey enough for taking me and putting up with my Memaw tendencies from time to time over the weekend.

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