I’M BAAAAACK From Coachella

Whoa! I’m alive! So much to tell you. So many pictures to upload. So much to overshare.

It was a blast. A great time was had by all. Thank you to my friends for being team players, sticking with one another in the sea of Caucasians bouncing up and down to “Can I Get A?” with Jay-Z, for fetching each other waters when a few were de-hydrated at David Guetta, and finally, for sharing gross but delicious Gyros with me at the Food tent before Dead Weather. Mean’s a lot, Oakwoodz 4 life.

It’s hard to believe I don’t have to buy dinner in a tent tonight. 

My car wouldn’t start this morning as I tried to leave Indio. After 2 tow trips with AAA, a stop at SEARS Auto, a layover a Goodyear Tire and a short jaunt at Palms Springs BMW…she started. Celeste 2.0 whipped into shape and ignited for one more trip on the 10 —> 101. 

Finally, thank you to Jonno, Carpool Zach, and Ramoney for sticking by me for two nights (and one horrendous morning after spent with road-side assistance crews) of what needs no blog post to recognize, enjoy, and remember. 

**Also: sorry to uber-babe Molly, whom I saw on the way to my car at the end of Friday night post Jay-Z, after being shoved through a chain-link maze with 75,000 people, reminded of what it might be like in Nazi occupied Poland. I was too quick to get to my car with my sweat-soaked thighs and chaffed-tush to show her the attention she deserves. What can I say? I have no patience for anyone, even my friends, when my asshole is raw from sandpaper festival TP.