dude, where's my car?

So we went to the Coachella Music and Arts Festival on Saturday and we all agreed that it was a really nice day in Coachella compared to the past ones we've attended. It was sunny, warm (hot at times), and there was a cool breeze that constantly blew throughout the day.

We started the day off with The Sexy Magazines (who screamed a lot), stopped by Katie Melua (who was very cute and British), saw k-os (very entertaining), waited for Snow Patrol (who was not very good live), saw Keane (who sounded exactly like they do on the cd), stopped by Rilo Kiley and Wilco, saw Weezer (who could have been a bit more entertaining), and last but not least, we saw Coldplay - the definite highlight of my evening (he was so hot, and I think it's partly because of his cute accent, and he played snip-its of Weezer and NIN which was cute). The crowd was singing along in unison and there was this one song where he told the crowd to take a picture at the same time - it was like a sea of flashing stars - very cool!

The day was filled with strange people - one playing air guitar and doing the Macarena (not sure if that's how you spell that) tp Coldplay (yea, I don't get it either) and another sitting on top of a guy's shoulders while letting another rub her ass (really strange but hilarious in a weird way - I guess you had to be there).

So the night was ending and my friend says that something is bound to go wrong because we (meaning her and her friend Betty) have never had a perfect day like this - something bad will happen. Yea, she totally jinxed us - we were headed out to the parking lot, following the crowd and not paying attention to where we were going. Next thing you know, 40 minutes pass and we had to backtrack to where we were to figure out where the heck our car was. We decided to ask a parking attendant and were curious as to how many parking lots there were - he replied "17." Our mouths dropped, all of us picturing us having to go to every single one of those parking lots to look for the car. I felt like we were in the parking lot of Disneyland except with no cute cartoon characters to guide our way, just big yellow balloons with numbers flying in the sky. An hour and some minutes later, we found it - all of us tired but glad that none of us yelled at each other because apparently, some of their other friends would have. I finally got home around 3:30 in the morning and fell asleep with dreams of Chris Martin in my head...=)