and the saga begins. . .
flew out to san francisco on thursday, and picked up our rental car, which turned out to be the Gayest Car Ever. aka a voluptuous white PT Cruiser. bummed around until friday morning, when i went to pick up drunk john in berkeley.
john coldlamping with the Gayest Car Ever. check out the ass on that thing.
and then we embarked on the 9-hour, ore-the-desert commute to indio, california. the drive was niiiiiiiiice.
and then i took an artsy eighth grade final project shot out the back of the car at sunset. note the Coachella Or Bust sign adorning the rear window.
we finally got to the coachella campground, where we encountered a looooooooooong-ass line of cranky people waiting to get in. this picture doesn't do justice to the longness and annoyingness of the line. it went all the way into the distance and turned a corner and went even further. we cut, of course.
our tent was so ghetto that it was missing stakes and one of the rods was duct-taped together.we were total camping losers. the nice boston people camping next to us helped us set it up and then we all got wasted and passed out.
goodnight, coachella.
speaking of ghetto tents.... i forgot that you got a picture of us. everyone was so wasted except for me. whats wrong with me?
Posted by: alicia | May 05, 2004 at 10:04 PM