What NOT to do at Coachella

– Don’t wait until the last minute to buy beer. We had to camp out in a Palm Springs Walmart sleep-deprived with a bunch of crazy bums before we could get inside.

– The Farmer’s Market is delicious, but don’t get an avocado protein shake followed by a can of chili, and then decide to alter your mind. That combination leads to some time on the porta-potty, where it’s blazing hot and there’s no toilet paper, plus you’re freaking out Trainspotting style.

– Don’t go back to your campsite for a “power nap“, you’ll end up missing your favorite bands. It’s better to sleep in the grass inside thesidewalks end festival, (preferably on the Sidewalks End, between the Main stage and the Outdoor stage).

– Put sunscreen on everywhere, including the backs of your knees. I don’t know what happened, but mine got fried.

– Don’t hand over the stuff you really care about to your friend, they’ll lose it.

– Don’t shit in the shower. I would think this is a given, but they told every girl not to do this when you go to take a shower. They don’t tell the guys that. What? Who does that?

– Don’t get the shuttle pass. I never used mine and I heard it was tough to get from the hotels to Coachella. Car camping is the way to go.

– Don’t expect to see and do everything. Pick your top 3 favorite bands to see and view everything else as an extra.

– Don’t take any important stuff into the porta-potty with you. I found a girl in tears because she dropped her wallet, keys and cell phone into the toilet.

– Bring cash. Don’t expect to trade, barter or use anything else to survive the weekend. Two kids came to Coachella with their wristbands and stuff that they planned on selling- when the stuff was confiscated by officials, they were screwed. We found ’em sleeping in our campsite. Who knows how they got home.

– Don’t try to bring any liquids inside. I had to help a girl pound a Vodka/Emergen-C before going in (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing)

– Don’t go anywhere without your wristband. I saw one guy get caught without one and the officials treated him like an escaped prisoner.

But overall, everyone is so nice and they’re willing to help you out when you get in a bind. It’s still good to be prepared.

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Coachella April 18, 2013: Thursday

Coachella 2013 was one of the most amazing experiences of life and I can’t wait until next year. Since there’s so much I wanna say about it, I decided to break this up into 4 posts.

Thursday

a palm springs sunrise

a palm springs sunrise

It’s true that getting to Coachella is half the experience. I had to work on Thursday, so I prepared to do the 9-hr drive by myself right after work, putting me in Indio at around 2am. (The back story: I wasn’t entirely set on going, but the US Postal Service lost my ticket, so I had to go and pick it up at Will Call).

I was really dreading this drive; it’s such a long time to be by yourself in a car. So I posted something on Craigslist and

Zimride looking for a ride. On Tuesday, a couple guys who live in the same town as me hit me back saying I could ride with them. Woohoo! We left right after work and headed south, the car stocked with Red Bulls, Pabst, and some leftover Girl Scout cookies. We stopped at the Truckee skate park and loosened up our legs a bit and then carried on.

deliriously driving into indio

deliriously driving into indio

I don’t know what happened, but it took us 12 hours to get there and none of us slept. We stopped at gas stations and Chinese fire-drilled around, each driving a bit. We ended up at the blazing hot Palm Springs Walmart at 5am, waiting for them to sell us beer at 6am. We each got 1 hour of sleep and homeless people meandered around our car like zombies, trash littered the parking lot. We were completely delirious and freaked out, but managed to survive

the morning. Our iPhones rocked Coachella tunes from the bands we were going to see that day.

Friday morning we rolled into Coachella as kids were going to school; luckily we were one of the first ones there at Will Call. I waited in line for the ticket windows to open as everyone passed out by their cars for a quick nap. We weren’t the only ones who were delirious…