COACHella

here is a coach bag. you can get one almost anywhere now. coach stores, department stores, online. but please don't get THIS particular bag. it's a quilted mesh mash of ugliness. but if you do, i don't know you:

this is COACHella...not a bag and way cooler. you can only get this at indio, california (the armpit of the golden state). it was hot, stanky, but important to me.....

because i got to see the yeah yeah yeahs perform. ow! because the new album is pretty fresh. because karen o is an amazing performer. because i've been a long time fan....here's karen on the jumbotron since we got there pretty late and booked ass to a mob of sweaty men. we squeezed to the middle as oppose to the front. i had a huge behemoth of a dude slick with sweat to my back. it was worse when i sometimes felt his prickly arm hairs brush my arms when we got jostled.

and this is a bag o' weed. it is mandatory for you to smoke it up at coachella. i'm not a fan of the ganja, but i stank like i did. it is pretty common to smell it everywhere when you are at these types of venues. i especially love it when they smoke right next to you and you get it blown into your face. yes, second hand pot smoke kills as well. bastard.

i also saw ass...literally. look, i know you're going to think this is a fat girl's rant about skinny chicks, but it is not. i know the weather is hot. i know your body is tight. i know this...you make it obvious because you prance around wearing absolutely NOTHING. i can respect that you are proud of your body and you may get a free drink or two from it....but PULEASE stop your whoreish dancing RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. instead of enjoying the cure, i had to look at your stupid jiggly butt. you suck. wear some pants damnit!

i also saw a fire snake...did you think bbq too?! some overall cool things displayed there and some neato dresses for sale. good visuals at coachella minus the overt nakedness you see running about.

coachella was most definitely better than a coach bag.