While reading this story, please listen to: https://www.reverbnation.com/davidkeogh/song/10579038-closer-with-adrienne-adair
I got inspired to write this story down by a post by u/quin_girl about Coachella. She got caught having sex in the deserted VIP tent by a security guard. Based on the band she named, it was literally the same day. What she didn’t know is that the way to not get caught having sex in inappropriate places at Coachella is to do it in the middle of the crowd.
Now that I have your attention, some background. I was a goody two shoes at a dirtbag college, rapidly getting acquainted with my inner own inner dirtbag slut. I was 19 and dating a guy in his late 20’s, also very much a dirtbag. I think we met at the climbing gym, but he turned out to be terrible so I’ve blocked memories of that relationship as much as I can. With this one notable exception. Anyway, he invited me to join him at “a music festival in California.” I had no idea what a big deal Coachella was, and had no particular association with any of the bands, but I went along because I liked festivals. I remember getting a late start and driving late into the night, dozing in the car. We didn’t have tickets but my boyfriend assured me that we could get them from scalpers at the door easily. Not my usual M.O. and I was feeling a bit apprehensive about driving so far to potentially be turned back, but we did indeed get tickets.