Is it weird that I can have the same thing for breakfast every morning and be completely content?
I’d say no, others could disagree, well this is my blog so I’ll go with no.
Well, well, well, good morning kids!
I just had this urge to talk to you people, whoever you are that actually read this stuff, and wish you a happy day.
Because why not start off your day on a good note, right?
So anyway, I got back from Coachella Monday morning.
After a 6 and half hour drive of nodding off and hallucinating that shadows were bridges, two giant cups of coffee, and having to slap myself to stay awake, we made it back to SLO by sunrise.
I don’t recommend anyone ever doing that ever. I barely remember the drive, I think I may have been asleep the whole time, but somehow awake enough to keep my foot on the gas pedal. Just don’t do it.
So Coachella, it was definitely one of the best weekends of my life.
I’m not sure how many places there are in the world that anyone can go to and just do whatever they want without anybody giving a damn about it.
You can dress anyway you want to, talk anyway you want to (yes, I used an Australian accent sometimes just for kicks), walk, skip, run, and jump at any moment. AND THE MUSIC.
AH MY GOD. I made the executive decision to make sure I saw my bands. And I went to most of those shows alone.
And I’ll tell you, going to shows alone is an amazing experience.
For one, you can squirm your way up to the very front so easily.
And your only priority for that show is simply enjoying it.
And you make so many friends around you. It’s amazing.
The music was phenomenal.
The people were fascinating, you could strike up a conversation with anybody and they were a joy to talk to. I met people from all over the world, it was great.
Camping was a riot. Sleeping under the stars and waking up to the sun blaring in your face. An experience right there.
And that Post-Coachella-Depression, well I’d say it’s kind of real.
I sure as hell wish I could go back right now.
But for me, I’m just really happy right now. It was such a fun experience that I’m glad I got to experience.
And I know so many people make fun of it and the people who go to it, but really you just have to go and try it out for yourself.
You could hate it, or love it, or just feel indifferent about it, but it’s a personal thing. Just like any concert is.
But there’s something about three days of music, people, bright colors, hellish heat, and grungy hair, that gets me way too excited.
I’ll for sure go next year. And until then, I’ll be counting the days.
Well, have a good day. I just about finished my coffee.
Now I have to start my day.