First of all, Coachella turned out to be spankin' good time. Definitely not the wussie: I'm-gonna-pat-yer-ass.....but-a-full-on-WHACK-YEAH-YOU-LOVE-THAT-SHIT... type of smack. Oh yes. Yes indeed. I have a grand canyon sized amount of appreciation, love and thanks to both Amber and Brianne for all the organizing, pimpin' it and opportunity to even go. My sweet sweet lovin' is also going to Jeni for being her buoyant self and is one of the best chicas on the block.
Who rocked my world you ask? Well....
Peaches fucked up my life in such a way that I now wonder who I was before I saw her in a zip up purple leotard. She lit up my rockstar soul with her audacious sex appeal.
Bjork I was on another planet and that lasted all through the rest of that very chilled out Friday night, Of Montreal tittered my tats, LCD Soundsystem send my body into welcomed convulsions, Ratatat ...goddamned amazing!, Spank Rock whooped it up and put the agro-rage sentimentality that pervaded the festival outta my head, the Arcade Fire had such presence I felt their energy and vibe all the way in the back, the Rapture were goodness but not greatness, Lily Allen pulled out the cuteness and fired away with gusto and made me like her that much more.
I learned basically that I don't need to drink booze in order to have a good time. A good lesson to learn for me at this juncture. Amber and I ate acai that pretty much powered us through the evenings! I decided to try a different tactic and not expend my energies through boozing but to absorb the music and the sentiments of those around me. The house we stayed in was absolutely amazing...pics soon to come...I'm going to make a Coachella page. Brianne has inpired me to become more of a 'make that shit happen cause you can' type of woman. Plus her vitamins were the stuff that made my pee an unbelievable neon yellow. You like that info? ha.
Anyways, I'm considering several artistic ventures relating to Cassidy and family stuff- maybe a documentary, perhaps a photo book with accommpanying text in the form of recorded emailed exchanges b/t my sister and myself and a few business ideas that relate to the world of production. I'm ready to get the fuck out of dodge and make shit happend. Being broke is no fucking fun and I'm wanting to work my ass off and make the money. Adrien Grenier from Entourage was in The Dime last night where I was getting dra-zunk with old Phi's and their gf's. Ian came on down shortly after I sent him a text saying I was going home with 'Vince from Entourage'. It's a good thing he did 'cause I was THISCLOSE to licking Adrien's face- he's a hottie in person that's fo sho. I almost managed to lose my glasses twice last night but did not which I equate with a successful evening. I'm now staring a three day weekend in the face and it's looking so enticing I can barely sit still. Finished Jitterbug Perfume yesterday. Reading is good. I need to do it more so that my vocabulary doesn't atrophy and fall off.
