Hello! Aaaand…goodbye again!
If ever there was a place you could literally die from having an amazingly awesomely fun time, then Coachella would be it. I mean, I was worried about heatstroke, or dehydration, or getting smooshed to death in a rowdy crowd…so I was surprised that in the middle of one particularly fulfilling day of music/people I thought my heart was going to burst open with happy and kill me on the spot.
That might have been the margarita talking, but regardless…it was that much fun! But really, anything is fun when my younger sister is around.
With so many amazing bands playing, it was hard to choose who to see. We managed to do a pretty good job seeing everyone, and getting close to the stage when we wanted, or staying on the fringe and just listening while laying down recuperating from dancing for hours and hours in the heat.
I’ve never been to a huge music festival before, so it was overwhelming to be completely surrounded by music/art/people/performances/heat.
We’d get there at 11 am and then stay until around 2:30 am. Go home, sleep, wake up, shower, drink water, and start all over again!
I haven’t even downloaded any pictures of the days there, but when I do I’ll dish all about our favorite bands and experiences.
There’s no rest for the weary, though. I got back Monday and am leaving today with the kids to go tour the National Parks in Utah. Hello Zion, Bryce, and Arches! I’m going with my best long distance friend in the world, Ash and her kids. We did a little of this trip a few years ago….remember this?!
If I didn’t love Ash, her kids, and traveling so much, I might sit and cry for a little bit due to the back to back nature of these trips. My entire body is one big hurt muscle and I’d love to sleep in for a few days. But! Adventure calls! And it wouldn’t be very freeplaylife not to answer!
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I think our family needs to take a road trip soon. Now to find a map and pick a spot.
Yay for Coachella . . . and yay for road trips with Ashley!! (not so much yay for exhaustion, but two outta three ain't bad
Can't wait for pictures & stories . . .