Day 2 was the day which I was looking forward to the most. As soon as the set times were released I just knew that this was going to be my big day. Sometimes putting things on a pedestal can result in you being disappointed, or finding them hard to reach. however, with the help of friends, old and new and my fabulous girlfriend, I was able to leap over my lofty ambitions for day two and leave a technicolor tail of happiness, drink and good tunes behind me. Day one was wonderful. We ran, skipped, drank and had the best time!
Yesterday I had met one of Laura's cousins and her husband and their mate. They knew music, they knew fun and they knew how to enjoy a music festival - this was all quickly apparent! We had arranged to meet them at a Mexican restaurant at noon. This left enough time for some pre-drinking and leftover pizza so we dressed, drank and discussed what was ahead of us. In the fridge we had ice, tequila, margarita mix, champagne and orange juice. Rather than make tough decisions, I threw them all into a red solo cup. It passed the first test, I could still see.
The restaurant and the company were so much fun! Katie and Brett knew a man who was working at the restaurant and we were very well looked after. Tequila, margaritas and corn chips before we ordered meals. I have some issues. I like words - a lot. Sometimes i can't help but say some of them. I like words how I like my women, they should look good, sound good and have nice shape. Something exotic is an added bonus. Chimichanga. How can I not order this? I just want to say it out loud. And thanks to my buzz, my new friends may have put up with me saying it a lot more than what was reasonable.
The bill arrived with a note simply saying "tip the bar staff" ... This was incredible. I was on such a high, having so much fun and Laura's cousins knew all the right people! Next stop was a service station for on the way beers and one to shot gun once we arrived (photos suggest this, must have slipped my mind). We mixed in the beer gardens and stood back to enjoy the music and experience.
We spent some time in the Red Bull speak-easy (password "dances with bulls") and found a bar. I asked Laura "beer or margarita?" and her response was swift and sexy "BOTH!" The sun was shining, the sky cloudless and the vibe beyond description. We met Amanda and some of Laura's g-town friends and headed for Grizzly Bear. I thought someone offered me water - it was whiskey. I was still so buzzed that it took three swigs to work this out. Grizzly Bear were great. Rolling harmonies, tight music and a fun crowd. The postal service were next with the fun electronica groove and catchy lyrics. A band I never expected to get the chance to see! Franz Ferdinand were a surprise packet. Have they had a song since 2010? Either way, I knew the older stuff and they had so much energy that you had no choice but to jump along! Lastly, but certainly not leastly, were Phoenix. An amazing sound and I was so glad to finally be able to hear lisztomania live!!
We we tired, sore and probably as sober as we had been all day. Grabbing a cab home we discussed our battle wounds. I had a cut on my thumb and rolled my ankle sometime after grizzly bear and Laura had stepped on her wrist adjusting her skirt. That's right. Stepped on her wrist. Long arms and long legs! We arrived at the desert house we were staying at and Laura made a sound. The key was gone. At 1am it is not exactly the best news but we did not panic and emptied her purse. Various miscellaneous objects (a sign saying "let's make out", several Jenga pieces I had supposedly stolen from the speak easy, coachella paraphernalia) but no key...Laura's phone was on its last legs too so we walked, barefoot and dusty, to the front desk to call a locksmith. Julia, the aged, lesbian security guard at the desk was a dear and very helpful. first locksmith wanted nothing to do with us, the second said "good luck" but it looked like we had finally struck gold with number three! 45 minute wait. We laid out on the grass, under the palm trees and stars.
Finally a locksmith in a two seater arrived. I asked if Laura could sit on my lap (we did not fancy walking back), Richard the locksmith was happy enough and Julia popped up from nowhere and quipped "she's done that before!" Zing, Julia, but, seriously where did you come from?!
It took twenty seconds to get in. Locksmiths are underrated. We had two more keys made and $150 later were happily sipping some beers and shooting the odd tequila. We couldn't get rid of Richard. He loved a chat and regaled stories of yesteryear and yesterday. We cooked a pizza and base him farewell and, approaching three, we joked at the massive day had. The fun, the adventure, the (sometimes hazy) memories.
After A random phone call from Richard to make sure we were okay, it was time to try and rest because tomorrow was another Coachella day.
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