How I Survived Coachella

**Disclaimer**: This is just a sample of how I survived Coachella, and to be perfectly honest with you, I don't think I faired all that well. As my fellow Coachellian Cohorts can attest to, the road to recovery has been a fairly long and tenuous experience, not excluding the fact that I'm just now getting over a two week long battle with a brain crushing sinus infection (hence the 2 week lag in getting this post up).

For those of you not privy to the knowledge of what Coachella is, I've written about it very briefly previously here.

I attended last year, but it was a rough one. I had just moved to LA almost exactly a month before and I came down with soul melting head cold the day we pulled into car camping. I didn't really know what I was getting myself into and hadn't spent that much time with the people we were going with. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, I just feel like I would have enjoyed myself a heck of a lot more minus all of the above issues.

So, this year I was bound and determined to make it count.

The following is a teeny tiny snippet of the weekend. I feel like it was a whole lifetime rolled into the 3 days we were there and there is no possible way to explain or relay the full experience through words and pictures but I hope I'm able to solidify it to you, my fair and lovely readers.



First and foremost, you gotta put your game face on and show up with patience and a non-exhaustive good attitude.

We rolled out of our beds in Madison, WI at 5am Thursday morning and didn't roll into our campsite in Indio, CA and get set up until until 3am Friday morning. We then got an average of 5 hours of sleep a night.

There were approximately 85,000 people who attended the festival this year.

Dealing with general society en masse and overall lack of sleep can take a toll.

There were a lot of deep breaths and attitude checks through out the weekend (not to mention a good dose of social lubrication).



Second, you gotta take your most solid friends with you.

The only people you want to be rolling around this alternate universe with you are the ones who will take care of you and who you will take care of no matter what happens.

We saw a lot of people who were lacking this support system.

Including this dude:



We saw him from afar. Where are his friends? We were worried because we didn't see his chest moving AT ALL. Please note the mobile EMT guys leaning up against the wall in the back ground. Dude is definitely checking his cellphone.

So what do we do? Go in for closer inspection.



At this point, we're fairly certain this gentleman has expired.



K taking photos gets the attention of EMT guys and thankfully enough he is alive and his friend is rolling up with water in hand.

Good job, friend, good job!

Another important reason you want to take good friends with you is to prevent you from making major fashion miscalculations.

Yes, a really fun part about Coachella is being able to wear things that you wouldn't wear in normal day to day activities, but sometimes you need an outside perspective to throw out the, "Dude, really?"



Of course K took a photo. Either there was a sever lack of friends or apparently under-cheeks were "in" this year.

Where are your friends?!



Let me break this picture down for you:

1)Moon Boots with jean shorts, in the desert
2)Fanny Pack
3)Neon Pink Sunglasses lanyard
4)Physically nursing the box of coconut water

If he had some solid friends, they would have alerted him to his over accessorization.



I'm going to be real honest with you. For a split second during the afternoon that the temperature dropped to 50 something and it started raining, we were all a little jealous of this dudes outfit.

That split second passed real quick.




Something tells me no amount of friendship could have helped the woman in the fuzzy boots.

She knows how to party.

Another reason you take awesome friends with you is to give you courage to do things you wouldn't normally do.



Like take a picture with the smoldering hot stars of one of your favorite book/show series.

If you watch True Blood on HBO you will recognize this gentleman, Joe Manganiello, as the werewolf, Alcide. If you have read the books, you'll understand the casting director did an amazing job. He is Alcide, incarnate.

After spotting him in the crowd and lamenting how I wanted to take a picture of him but not having the courage to go up to him, my dear friend Merri motored right up to him and asked if I could snap a picture with him.

He generously agreed and was really lovely and sweet about it.

Merri, the whole weekend was amazing and I can't thank you enough!



Something that could impact your experience greatly are the people who camp next to you.

This year, we lucked out.

We dubbed the kids on the right "Sweat Lodge". They had a massive huge industrial grade canopy with walls that took up 2 camping spots.

Some of them were from Wisconsin.



Obviously they were awesome.

I might have mentioned above, but social lubrication is kind of a must when you're standing in a mass of people.



This wasn't even crowded.



This is really only one of three times we hit up the beer tent.

We brought most of our beverages with us.

But since you couldn't bring hard alcohol into the campsite, we had to smuggle it in. We did this by emptying out water bottles in the middle of a case of water, filled them with vodka or clear tequila and then put them back in place in the case of water.

As the weekend surged on, we kind of lost track of which ones were water, and which were alcohol.

So, what do we do? We play vodka roulette with our sweat lodge neighbors.



Don't worry. I got the water.

One of the very most important things is obviously the music.

That really is the reason you go.

Here's a recap of the shows that we saw in the order we saw them:

Friday:

Other Lives
Givers
Yuck
Group Love
Girls
Black Keys
M83
Black Angels
Datsik

Saturday:

Tune Yards
Kaiser Chiefs
The Shins
Flying Lotus
SBTRKT
Radiohead

Sunday:

Gardens & Villa
Santigold
Beats Antique
Justice
Girl Talk
Florence + The Machine
Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg

All the shows were super amazing. Everyone played their ever loving hearts out and still now I seriously struggle to pick a favorite.

If you think that the music is the only art to experience, you're seriously missing out.
You MUST stop and enjoy the art installations.



This was made out of bamboo and had moving LED's on it at night.

Of course some dumb-ass hippy had to climb it and then in turn, fall off of it.

Good job dude. Where are your friends?



These were actually screens that they would project changing animated graphics on at night. That was cool during the day and it was super cool at night.



This guy didn't show up until Sunday. It's a gigantic orchid on a cherry picker and because Friday and Saturday were too windy, they weren't able to bring it out until Sunday.



Here's your perspective. That's me and Merri standing next to it. It was massive. This also had LED's and internal lighting in the fabric, so at night it was absolutely magical.

These also didn't come out until Sunday.



They were essentially giant tubular garbage bags filled with air. They were amazing.
They were amazing until the drunkies showed up and tried to ride them and broke holes in them.
It was 1pm on Sunday afternoon. Drink some water people!

These were giant Dr. Seuss-like trees by the misting tents.



I think K and I are going to try to build some for our backyard.

Check out the rest of my pictures on Flickr. I could go on and on and on about the art installations.
Whoever coordinates that does a fantastic job. Bravo.

I'm not even sure how to wrap up this post. I could ramble continuously for hours.

The journey there and back seemed like it took forever and time seemed to speed by while we were there.

There's nothing I wouldn't give to keep memories that were made that weekend.



You know where you'll be able to find us the same time next year.

Happy Easter

At my house, we always dye easter eggs.

We've done this ever since I was a little girl.

I remember dying easter eggs with my Grandpa Fritz.



This picture is exactly what I remember. I was standing over the sink with him at my grandparents house on Coffey Lane. I'm probably about 3 here. We were dying the eggs in the sink because my grandmother was ALWAYS afraid things were going to stain. That and we were always going to poke our eyes out.
He was writing our names on them with a crayon and I thought it was so amazing that you couldn't see it until it came out of the dye. It was magic. He was magic.



Can you believe that this cuteness is me? What the heck happened?
This is in my grandparents living room. Can you see that TV in the background? Yes, I'm really that old. Rabbit ears on the top. Do kids even know what those are any more?



This is my father on the left and my grandfather on the right, dressed in their Easter best.
Grandma was good at lots of stuff. Taking pictures was not one of them.
Look at my grandfather's hair and that skinny tie. Dude was styling.



I find tradition incredibly important and comforting.
But, that's just me.
When dying eggs I only use the PAAS traditional egg dye kit.
It's really the only way to go.
Nothing fancy or expensive.



Do you know how to make perfect hard boiled eggs?

Put your eggs, in this case all 12, in a large pot. Fill the pot with just enough water to cover the eggs.
Put the pot over medium high heat and bring to boil. As soon as the water stops boiling, cover the pot and remove from heat. Let sit until cooled. They'll be perfectly done without being rubbery and turning that weird green color.



They've added some new colors to the kit since we were little. They've added the light green, pink and turquoise blue. The light green color is my new favorite.
This part always stinks because you let the tablets dissolve in 3 tablespoons of vinegar.
I actually kind of like it. Is that gross?

Don't answer that.



I also love listening to the little tablets fizz away.



I think my favorite part is looking at all the brilliant colored water all together.



I would like to report that I have learned a little more patience with letting the eggs sit in the dye bath than when I was a little girl. Well, not much, but at least a little more.



No, I take that back. My favorite thing is how the eggs glisten when you take them out of the dye baths.



Oh, who am I kidding. I dye easter eggs so I can make a huge batch of egg salad. That's my favorite part.



And my second favorite thing about Easter is Starburst jelly beans. The green apple are my favorite and those are always the fewest ones in the bag.



We're going to K's family this weekend to celebrate and I picked up a little something for a certain little monkey of a niece.



She just turned 2 in January. I might have gone a little overboard. That's what aunts and uncles are for though, right?

May your Easter be filled with bright feelings and may your heart be filled with the joy of the holiday.