Scored a last minute artist pass for Coachella early on Saturday morning. I left for the desert in the late afternoon on Sunday. I watched SUPERCHUNK and Neutral Milk Hotel by myself and it made me so happy. Then I scooted backstage to meet up with Hugo. If you don’t have any French Canadian friends who learned to speak English watching Seinfeld then you need to get at least one. They’re great. Anyway, Hugo was hungry so we went to eat where all the people working at the festival eat. Somehow my pass, which was from the Afghan Whigs worked in the food area even though they played on Friday. I had one of the best meals I’ve had in ages. Seriously, a wonderful heirloom tomato salad with another salad that was yummy and fish with tomatillo sauce. I mean, is that weird to say that one of the best meals I’ve had this year was from a festival? Then Hugo and I went to see Lana Del Rey for a few songs. She was good! It got super packed and we made our way to Beck. Hugo left because he wanted to get back to LA. I wandered around and tried to connect with my friends, but my fucking texts were not working. One of the reasons I went was for Arcade Fire. I’ve seen them twice at Coachella and both times were fuckin’ rad…but seeing it alone didn’t seem like fun. What to do? I debated b/c I was supposed to work today. I headed backstage to use the bathroom and bumped into Alissa (my bestie) and she was in quite a state of fun(gus). She was awesome, lovely, lively and hilarious. We walked right out in front for Arcade Fire and fuckin danced our asses off. It was perfect.