My first Coachella was 2006. I remember the night the lineup dropped - I was probably stoned, in the dining hall at Western eating ice cream or something. I decided immediately that I had to go. I made all the necessary plans with my friends, who of course all dropped out with a few weeks to go. So I did what any person would do - I acquired a ride off a stranger.
Turns out this was one of the best moves I've ever made. Wade, I know you'll never read this in a million years, but you're a fucking star. You are the tits, my friend.
Anyway, we picked up a junkie somewhere in Oregon (shock) who never paid his share. Fuck that guy. But ANYWAY. A 24 hour journey and a busted up tent later, there I was. And I've never looked back.
Muslims have Hajj. I have Coachella. Every year. Here's to 2012. Hopefully with more huge moments like this:
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