Coachella Ramblings
May. 5th, 2006 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wook77As promised - My Coachella Review - from start to finish cause man, what a trip.
I woke up on Friday to find out I was taking along Aunt Flo to the festival. That's right... the bint had the world's worst timing and decided to come during the weekend I would be forced to use Port-a-Potties. Just ew.
I was to meet my best friend K (from here on out known as K) at my brother's house at noon. I got a call at 12:15 that she hadn't left Tucson yet. As in...she was still over 2 hours away.
But I did get to hang out with my nephew for those two hours which was fun. Also ate WAY too much from Carl's Jr. K arrived and we started our drive to Indio, California.
Along the way, we saw what we nicknamed "Palm Henge". It had a bunch of palm trees in a circle. Some of them were broken off, some were leaning, it looked just like Stonehenge except with Palm Trees. (Pic spam to come later)
We stopped at Chiriaco Station and drove past the George Patton Museum. (which, by the way, is the only thing other than a gas station and a random cafe out in the middle of the desert) At the gas station, went in to pee and encountered a woman giving birth to an alien baby in the stall next to me. She was screaming "Great Jesus" and "Oh God" and kicking the door. I hightailed it out of there as I didn't want to be the alien baby's first or second victim.
We arrived to a very nice Holiday Inn Express near the venue. Got in to the room, unpacked some stuff, went out to eat, got sick, went back to the hotel.
On Saturday, K set the alarm to go exercise (she's sick that way) and when she got back, I woke up and we started getting ready. Got on the road, waited for 3 sodding hours in traffic to park. (4 rows past and 15 cars up from the "3" Balloon... this is important later on in the story...)
Missed The Section Quartet due to underestimating traffic. Got there in time for The New Amsterdams (downloadable song here). They rocked my socks. We seriously walked in through the gates (and I had to show my pads to the world, btw) and BAM there they were. It was amazing.
Went from the New Amsterdams over to hear White Rose Movement (downloadable song). My friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elle113 gave me a list of bands to check out and she was right on the money. White Rose Movement is amazing.
From there, stayed in the same tent and got to hear Nine Black Alps. Again, elle was right on the money. I loved these people as well. K, on the other hand, didn't because they called their audience bitches or something.
Wandered over and heard Animal Collective. (I don't have any of their stuff, sorry). It sounded really awesome (although K didn't like them). They were weird and funky and awesome.
Heard Lyrics Born but didn't much care for them. Liked Wolfmother but didn't think they were anything to rave about.
Made our way over to Sigur Ros where I begged my phone to work but it didn't listen to me. I cried...then Sigur Ros came on and I listened to the music. Then made our way to the AT&T Blue Room tent where I posted the "Fucking Cingular" post. (turns out that I have phone service up to the gates and then once in the gates, no phone service. The wankers.)
Went and heard Depeche Mode and met up with a very nice set of gay guys who thought K and I were lesbians. Then, there was ..................... "the asian dude". This guy was a complete jerk that kept rubbing his dick against my ass. So, I turned around and very politely told him that I don't like people doing that... at least without knowing their first names. He was like, "relax" and I got pissed and told him off. From there, the situation elevated until I finally shoved him back by placing my foot in his crotch and pushing. Still didn't react.
I moved and he started doing the same thing to K. She kicked his ass, literally and figuratively. He didn't get a clue, though. He kept bugging us. When Depeche Mode ended their first set, K and I started to leave to go see the next set of bands. Well, I left. The Asian Dude grabbed her and when she turned around swinging, he put his hands up and backed off and said something about an encore. The man finally got a hint.
I went off to see She Wants Revenge (downloadable song). Dude, these guys pwn my soul. The lead singer was wearing pants that were so low, I could see 10 of his 12 pack. Plus, I was so close I could've licked his sweat off. Just, OMG YUMMY. My feet were killing me but I was still dancing and having a wild arsed time.
Left there, met up with K. and limped out to the car near Balloon 3 (the importance is coming up, I promise).
We got back to the hotel around 2:30 am and set the alarm for 10 am so that we'd get to see James Blunt. It went off, I reset it for 11:30. We woke up at 2 o'clock. No sodding idea wtf happened there. But, we went to Sizzler, got some lunch and K proceeded to spend over 45 minutes in the Home Depot bathroom. (pic spam coming of K's feet in the bathroom stall) I found new flooring for my kitchen so I guess the time wasn't completely wasted.
Finally got to the venue and got wound in circles as they finally directed us to a random dirt lot (notice I didn't mention a sodding balloon... at all...). Finally found the concert and totally missed James Blunt. Missed most of Paul Oakenfold as well.
Hung around the same location and eventually got crushed while waiting for Madonna. Met a very cute hot guy named Evan from Chico California. (if any of you know this guy, please give him my email address... PLEASE). Saw Madonna and I can sum it up with the phrase... HUGE WASTE OF TIME. She was writhing around looking all sexy but not and took off her pants, which at least made me semi-happy. Got stuck with a shitload of arsehats that ruined it for me. Plus, I didn't know any of the songs cause I like old school madonna... not this shite that she was playing.
So, left Madonna to go see Massive Attack (downloadable song). They rocked my socks off.
K listened to DJ Mylo and decided she had a new obsession.
Stayed there and had an awesome time hanging with these random guys as we waited for Tool. Watched Tool. LOVED IT.
Went and met K. Started walking out to the car when we realized... wait a second, this doesn't look familiar. Ask a police officer where the fuck we parked. Give a description. Officer says, head that way with a little hand gesture. We head that way.
Still no car.
Find another police officer. HE just waves us over to the parking guy. Ask the parking guy. He says... sounds like you're in lot 5. Go up to the stop sign and make a right. Stop sign is 1/2 mile away. We go up there. Ask cop... cop says, yeah, go down that way and gestures vaguely. I ask how far away it is, he says it's like a mile over.
Girl walking by herself has tears streaming down her face. She says to the cop, I can't even begin to tell you where I parked. Cop says, Sounds like a personal problem to me. (Yeah, the Indio Police? Not so sodding helpful)
We walk a mile, in tears because we're tired, K's feet are bleeding and mine hurt like mofos. K calls her dad and he says find an officer. Yeah, been there, done that, didn't solve a fucking thing.
Finally find the car... after walking an extra 3 fucking miles at least. It took us over an hour and a half to find the fucking car.
Get back to the hotel around 3:30 am (after sitting in the car crying our eyes out because we were so fucking exhausted). Went to sleep and had to get up at 9:30 am so we could shower and check out.
Get checked out. Went to IHOP for breakfast. Had some yummy stuffed french toast thingy.
Made a cracked-out voicepost to relieve the boredom. Stopped at Palmhenge and took shitloads of pictures. (picspam coming)
Got to my brother's and got my car back. Hung out with the nephew for a bit and then started to make my way on the supposed-to-be 2 hour drive to Tucson.
There was a fiery car accident where 7 people died. Got stuck there for a few hours before I had to pee so bad that I took my Mitsubishi Eclipse offroad to get off the highway and on to the Frontage Road to get to a bathroom.
Finally get home AFTER being in my car for SIX SODDING HOURS instead of 2.
But, I stopped to pick up my shiny new computer that I've named the Ebon Hawk and call "Shiny" for short.
I woke up on Friday to find out I was taking along Aunt Flo to the festival. That's right... the bint had the world's worst timing and decided to come during the weekend I would be forced to use Port-a-Potties. Just ew.
I was to meet my best friend K (from here on out known as K) at my brother's house at noon. I got a call at 12:15 that she hadn't left Tucson yet. As in...she was still over 2 hours away.
But I did get to hang out with my nephew for those two hours which was fun. Also ate WAY too much from Carl's Jr. K arrived and we started our drive to Indio, California.
Along the way, we saw what we nicknamed "Palm Henge". It had a bunch of palm trees in a circle. Some of them were broken off, some were leaning, it looked just like Stonehenge except with Palm Trees. (Pic spam to come later)
We stopped at Chiriaco Station and drove past the George Patton Museum. (which, by the way, is the only thing other than a gas station and a random cafe out in the middle of the desert) At the gas station, went in to pee and encountered a woman giving birth to an alien baby in the stall next to me. She was screaming "Great Jesus" and "Oh God" and kicking the door. I hightailed it out of there as I didn't want to be the alien baby's first or second victim.
We arrived to a very nice Holiday Inn Express near the venue. Got in to the room, unpacked some stuff, went out to eat, got sick, went back to the hotel.
On Saturday, K set the alarm to go exercise (she's sick that way) and when she got back, I woke up and we started getting ready. Got on the road, waited for 3 sodding hours in traffic to park. (4 rows past and 15 cars up from the "3" Balloon... this is important later on in the story...)
Missed The Section Quartet due to underestimating traffic. Got there in time for The New Amsterdams (downloadable song here). They rocked my socks. We seriously walked in through the gates (and I had to show my pads to the world, btw) and BAM there they were. It was amazing.
Went from the New Amsterdams over to hear White Rose Movement (downloadable song). My friend
elle113 gave me a list of bands to check out and she was right on the money. White Rose Movement is amazing.From there, stayed in the same tent and got to hear Nine Black Alps. Again, elle was right on the money. I loved these people as well. K, on the other hand, didn't because they called their audience bitches or something.
Wandered over and heard Animal Collective. (I don't have any of their stuff, sorry). It sounded really awesome (although K didn't like them). They were weird and funky and awesome.
Heard Lyrics Born but didn't much care for them. Liked Wolfmother but didn't think they were anything to rave about.
Made our way over to Sigur Ros where I begged my phone to work but it didn't listen to me. I cried...then Sigur Ros came on and I listened to the music. Then made our way to the AT&T Blue Room tent where I posted the "Fucking Cingular" post. (turns out that I have phone service up to the gates and then once in the gates, no phone service. The wankers.)
Went and heard Depeche Mode and met up with a very nice set of gay guys who thought K and I were lesbians. Then, there was ..................... "the asian dude". This guy was a complete jerk that kept rubbing his dick against my ass. So, I turned around and very politely told him that I don't like people doing that... at least without knowing their first names. He was like, "relax" and I got pissed and told him off. From there, the situation elevated until I finally shoved him back by placing my foot in his crotch and pushing. Still didn't react.
I moved and he started doing the same thing to K. She kicked his ass, literally and figuratively. He didn't get a clue, though. He kept bugging us. When Depeche Mode ended their first set, K and I started to leave to go see the next set of bands. Well, I left. The Asian Dude grabbed her and when she turned around swinging, he put his hands up and backed off and said something about an encore. The man finally got a hint.
I went off to see She Wants Revenge (downloadable song). Dude, these guys pwn my soul. The lead singer was wearing pants that were so low, I could see 10 of his 12 pack. Plus, I was so close I could've licked his sweat off. Just, OMG YUMMY. My feet were killing me but I was still dancing and having a wild arsed time.
Left there, met up with K. and limped out to the car near Balloon 3 (the importance is coming up, I promise).
We got back to the hotel around 2:30 am and set the alarm for 10 am so that we'd get to see James Blunt. It went off, I reset it for 11:30. We woke up at 2 o'clock. No sodding idea wtf happened there. But, we went to Sizzler, got some lunch and K proceeded to spend over 45 minutes in the Home Depot bathroom. (pic spam coming of K's feet in the bathroom stall) I found new flooring for my kitchen so I guess the time wasn't completely wasted.
Finally got to the venue and got wound in circles as they finally directed us to a random dirt lot (notice I didn't mention a sodding balloon... at all...). Finally found the concert and totally missed James Blunt. Missed most of Paul Oakenfold as well.
Hung around the same location and eventually got crushed while waiting for Madonna. Met a very cute hot guy named Evan from Chico California. (if any of you know this guy, please give him my email address... PLEASE). Saw Madonna and I can sum it up with the phrase... HUGE WASTE OF TIME. She was writhing around looking all sexy but not and took off her pants, which at least made me semi-happy. Got stuck with a shitload of arsehats that ruined it for me. Plus, I didn't know any of the songs cause I like old school madonna... not this shite that she was playing.
So, left Madonna to go see Massive Attack (downloadable song). They rocked my socks off.
K listened to DJ Mylo and decided she had a new obsession.
Stayed there and had an awesome time hanging with these random guys as we waited for Tool. Watched Tool. LOVED IT.
Went and met K. Started walking out to the car when we realized... wait a second, this doesn't look familiar. Ask a police officer where the fuck we parked. Give a description. Officer says, head that way with a little hand gesture. We head that way.
Still no car.
Find another police officer. HE just waves us over to the parking guy. Ask the parking guy. He says... sounds like you're in lot 5. Go up to the stop sign and make a right. Stop sign is 1/2 mile away. We go up there. Ask cop... cop says, yeah, go down that way and gestures vaguely. I ask how far away it is, he says it's like a mile over.
Girl walking by herself has tears streaming down her face. She says to the cop, I can't even begin to tell you where I parked. Cop says, Sounds like a personal problem to me. (Yeah, the Indio Police? Not so sodding helpful)
We walk a mile, in tears because we're tired, K's feet are bleeding and mine hurt like mofos. K calls her dad and he says find an officer. Yeah, been there, done that, didn't solve a fucking thing.
Finally find the car... after walking an extra 3 fucking miles at least. It took us over an hour and a half to find the fucking car.
Get back to the hotel around 3:30 am (after sitting in the car crying our eyes out because we were so fucking exhausted). Went to sleep and had to get up at 9:30 am so we could shower and check out.
Get checked out. Went to IHOP for breakfast. Had some yummy stuffed french toast thingy.
Made a cracked-out voicepost to relieve the boredom. Stopped at Palmhenge and took shitloads of pictures. (picspam coming)
Got to my brother's and got my car back. Hung out with the nephew for a bit and then started to make my way on the supposed-to-be 2 hour drive to Tucson.
There was a fiery car accident where 7 people died. Got stuck there for a few hours before I had to pee so bad that I took my Mitsubishi Eclipse offroad to get off the highway and on to the Frontage Road to get to a bathroom.
Finally get home AFTER being in my car for SIX SODDING HOURS instead of 2.
But, I stopped to pick up my shiny new computer that I've named the Ebon Hawk and call "Shiny" for short.
