The weirdest part about camping at Coachella is the shower situation. It always has a crazy long line, the people are rude and shoving to get into the stalls, and the water pressure sucks. Harper and I stood in line, we went the second we woke up, knowing this would happen, and the lines were full of hung over people complaining. We wore our bikinis there to minimize the amount we had to drag back and forth so we could get out faster.
We showered and headed back to the site. Cam and Brian were sitting in our lawn chairs passing a pot stick back and forth and drinking warm cans of beer. It was way too early for that nonsense, so I laid down in the shad with Harper and we looked at the instagram tag for Coachella seeing if we recognized anyone.
We kind of casually avoided talking about hooking up in the tent the night before when we were rolling balls, and I left it alone. We planned out the shows we’d see that evening and guzzled water in anticipation of rolling a second day in a row.