The first year we went to Coachella, we had no idea what to expect. We’d bought camping passes and just hoped for the best. It was me and my husband, and one of my best friends and her new boyfriend. We’d decided to get a big tent and all share everything. So, we packed up a bunch of booze, drugs, and gear and then sat in line getting into the polo fields for like six hours.
Harper and I shoved the drugs in our underwear and we made it through the security checkpoint with zero issues – it also helped we were totally clean cut looking and surrounded by people who looked like they were just leaving a rave.
Harper’s boyfriend, Cam, and my husband quickly stripped down to their board shorts and were setting up camp while Harper and I decided to go for a walk and see what there was in the campsite. We found the closest showers and bathrooms and made mental note. There was a little shop where we bought some water and some snacks. By then it was almost noon and getting hot.