So We Attended The Exclusive Neon Carnival And...
Ok so if Coachella weekend treated you the same way it treated me, you’re about on day three of hangover recovery. It seems wildly unfair that the three best days of the year should have to be suffered by three of the worst. Must this really be an eye for an eye type situation? I had to pull over my car on the shoulder of the freeway yesterday morning, to heave my sins just barely outside my car door and onto the asphalt for every judgy mcjudgerson sipping their mocha choca latta yaya to see. Needless to say it wasn’t one of my finer moments.
If we ARE going to talk about finer moments however, and most likely the culprit of my current demise, let’s talk about Neon Carnival for a second. For those of you living under a Coachella cool kids rock, Neon Carnival was the super exclusive VIP after party that was thrown on Saturday night and it was the fuckin bees knees my friends. Normally I wouldn’t try to induce so much higher than thou/entitled/you can’t sit with us envy, pero like this party was cuh-rackin. First of all, we got there early, which was the best plan we managed to follow through with all weekend, because it did end up getting packed and quickly. However, there was a good portion of time we were released to frolic around to ride whichever carnival attraction our little hearts desired, as well as hit up the OPEN bar sans lines. OPEN BAR PEOPLE! OPEN BAR. (see 3 day hangover).
My friends opted to race each other on the slides and continue on to ride the Zipper. I, because I have half a brain cell, realized that letting a carney herd me into a cage so I could flip to my death would not be on the agenda for the night and opted in proclaiming “fuck that noise”, shook my head while I watched the others and told them that even though I refused to attend their funeral, I still loved them.
Instead, I took my drink and my two step directly to the dance floor and shook my pretty ass all night long to the sounds of DJ Ruckus, Kayper, Jesse Marco and DJ Politik (click the links to our interview with each!). First of all, the music was jam after jam after jam after jam after jam after jam after jam after jam after jam after jam after jam. After jam. I know I jam, I know I jam jam. The only bad part about that is that I kind of lost myself in the music and got separated from everyone at the end of the night...and with a completely dead cell phone in hand, was left no choice but to walk my ass about two miles before being able to flag a taxi down. I’ve got some of the worst blisters I’ve ever had in my life but it was all so worth it. Best party ever. Highlight of the weekend! Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a toilet that needs a hug and an Aleve that needs a home.
