Coachella Day 2.
Headache, sleep-in, and lots of coffee. You get the gist, yes?
We dragged ourselves out of bed and made it to the #McDonalds Party at the Bootsy Bellow's Mansion. The music was aflowin (ya I just made that word up, work with me here), the food truck was serving fries and burgers and smoothies oh my (smoothies that mix perfectly with vodka but don't tell anyone I told you about that =P), and lots and lots of good times. It was the perfect way to spend a Saturday afternoon recovering at Coachella.
After the party we made our way back to the festival and immediately understood why people recommend bringing scarves and safety glasses to Coachella. The sandstorm that night was intense, we were covered in sand and dirt, and it was cooold. Seriously, we were still tasting the sand the next morning. But you know, it was worth every single bit of dirt that hit me. That night was unreal. Pharrel, Muse, and Lorde aaahhhh.