Enjoying Coachella in your 30’s
This can apply to anyone of any age. You may be 25 and feel 30, you may feel 25 and be 35.
Understand the location. You’re in the desert. It’s either going to boiling hot (a la my first year in 106* heat), muddy and rainy or a dust storm. You are not going to be comfortable. This week it looks like it’s going to be in the high 90’s.
Don’t drink alcohol. You’ve had at least a decade to go and get wasted at concerts and parties, so pass this time. It’s money you don’t need to spend and you will NOT last 8-12 hours no matter how high of a tolerance you had in 2002. Not to mention drinking in the heat is only asking for trouble in the form of passing out and being crowd surfed to the medics (I saw it happen).
Drink water. And don’t stop, even when the sun goes down. If it’s one of the hot weekends, you will never be fully hydrated. Before going into a crowd to watch a show make sure you have TWO full water bottles with you. I had to borrow water from a random girl during Radiohead two years ago because I hadn’t had water in an hour and everything was getting a bit wobbly.
Don’t camp. There are no bragging rights to camping. Find people to split a house on vbro.com which can be cheaper than a hotel room. Trust me, as the campers are all stumbling back to their tents in the heat/rain/mud/dust you will walk to your shuttle with pride.
Get a locker. AGAIN: GET A LOCKER. You can bring SO much more when you have a locker. A SECOND PAIR OF SHOES!! SUNSCREEN! A JACKET! Even if it’s hot all day that sun goes down and BAM it’s cold.
Bring everything. This will go in the aforementioned locker. You can’t bring too much. Sunscreen — even if you want to “tan” — that will get old after hour five. And lip balm w/ sunscreen. And advil and benadryl. A sweater, a hat, shoes, band-aids.
Clothes are okay. I know it’s a “thing” to wear next to nothing, but even if you have the body of a Victoria’s Secret model, you don’t need to flaunt it. Wearing light and breathable material (perhaps backless) is one thing, wearing a bathing suit around thousands of dirty, hot people is another.
Don’t bitch. If you’re prone to headaches or or stomach aches; If you have a sensitive sense of smell or don’t “handle” heat well….do everyone a favor and stay home. It’s three very long days and you aren’t special, no matter what your mommy told you.
Good luck, and if you’re going week 1, I’ll see you there.
I’m an epileptic. So what?
I didn’t realize until very recently how lucky I am. How many epileptics are ashamed of their condition and feel like they need to hide it. They’re mind blown that I would dare mark myself with a tattoo just asking to be asked “What does that stand for?”.
And this has very little to do with me, but more so the people in my life. So thank you to everyone who have never looked at me funny when they find out. Who have never told me I can’t or shouldn’t do something. Who have never treated me like I’m diseased or broken. It has made me brave. It has made me a better person. Thank you thank you thank you.
For some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about them today.
My God is rock ‘n’ roll. It’s an obscure power that can change your life.