OC Blog contributors ALICE BARLOW and RACHELYN REMZ-PORTER recount the fun of Coachella, Weekend 2!
Dudes. One weekend of Coachella is INTENSE. But two weekends back-to-back? Fuggetaboutit. SO très brut. By the time we arrived back in Indio for the second weekend, it felt like the apocalypse had rained down upon our livers (and other major internal organs) with the full zombie vengeance of The Walking Dead. And our livers were now zombies. But there was nothing we could do but man up. There were bands to see, beers to drink, and girls prancing around in lingerie to laugh at. And we will be damned before we let a little thing like a liver apocalypse get in the way of a good time. But because this weekend was decidedly more party-mellow than the first weekend (our little way of saying MY BAD to our internal organs. You're welcome, spleen.), we got to catch up with a bunch of the homies, turning an apocalypse into lemonade.
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Best-dressed couple of Weekend 2 was OBVS Sky and her steady boo-face Cole from DIIV. Man-muumuu's are EVERYTHING. Can I start calling them manmuus?
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Although Mickey from White Arrows came in (a super close) second. I will have my zombie liver kill him for those glasses. No joke.
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Henry from White Arrows (right) comes in third because he was wearing Rachel's favorite T-shirt in all of the universe.
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Um, but he sweat all up in it onstage. You can keep it, bro.
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Hanni getting ready to melt some faces with the pure force of his awesomeness.
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Hayden from Hanni El Khatib melting faces with his awful/amazing dad jokes, here with our bestie boo, Sechung.
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AWWWW Hayden’s cousin Blake and his adorable lil' wife Brittany. Perhaps my zombie liver should also try to fetch me some Tobin genes too.
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Oh you know, that's just Lee from Trashtalk in the mosh pit with a broken foot and a mike stand. TOTALLY safe and hygienic and stuff.
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And then there's the most maniacal Trashtalk associate to ever walk the polo fields, Mikal. Fancy running into you here, buddy.
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"Hey David. David. DAVID. BRO. The MOTHER-EFFING STONE ROSES ARE PLAYING. Are you even paying attention?"
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"Huh?"
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Drugs are a helluva drug, man.
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NATAF RULES
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Dudes. One weekend of Coachella is INTENSE. But two weekends back-to-back? Fuggetaboutit. SO très brut. By the time we arrived back in Indio for the second weekend, it felt like the apocalypse had rained down upon our livers (and other major internal organs) with the full zombie vengeance of The Walking Dead. And our livers were now zombies. But there was nothing we could do but man up. There were bands to see, beers to drink, and girls prancing around in lingerie to laugh at. And we will be damned before we let a little thing like a liver apocalypse get in the way of a good time. But because this weekend was decidedly more party-mellow than the first weekend (our little way of saying MY BAD to our internal organs. You're welcome, spleen.), we got to catch up with a bunch of the homies, turning an apocalypse into lemonade.
Best-dressed couple of Weekend 2 was OBVS Sky and her steady boo-face Cole from DIIV. Man-muumuu's are EVERYTHING. Can I start calling them manmuus?
Although Mickey from White Arrows came in (a super close) second. I will have my zombie liver kill him for those glasses. No joke.
Henry from White Arrows (right) comes in third because he was wearing Rachel's favorite T-shirt in all of the universe.
Um, but he sweat all up in it onstage. You can keep it, bro.
Hanni getting ready to melt some faces with the pure force of his awesomeness.
Hayden from Hanni El Khatib melting faces with his awful/amazing dad jokes, here with our bestie boo, Sechung.
AWWWW Hayden’s cousin Blake and his adorable lil' wife Brittany. Perhaps my zombie liver should also try to fetch me some Tobin genes too.
Oh you know, that's just Lee from Trashtalk in the mosh pit with a broken foot and a mike stand. TOTALLY safe and hygienic and stuff.
And then there's the most maniacal Trashtalk associate to ever walk the polo fields, Mikal. Fancy running into you here, buddy.
"Hey David. David. DAVID. BRO. The MOTHER-EFFING STONE ROSES ARE PLAYING. Are you even paying attention?"
"Huh?"
Drugs are a helluva drug, man.
NATAF RULES