Wish You Were Here

Hey all.

You know, this last year I've been thinking a lot about how lucky Mr. C and I are to have the people and connections in our lives that we do. When my oven breaks, I have a grandfather who (even at the age of 86) will come over, lay flat on his back on my kitchen floor, dismantle the innards of my oven and diagnose the problem as a broken ignitor, thus saving me hundreds of dollars and a call to the Maytag Man. When my brakes go bad, I call my brother in law who works for a mechanic and my problem is solved at a third of the cost that the dealership would charge.  I have a friend and my mother in law who both happen to be hair stylists, so it's rare for anyone in our family to pay for a cut and ahem, color.   And then there's my best friend who happens to work for AEG- an international company in the music industry who own concert venues all over the world.  That's how Mr. C and I go to Coachella every year.   And this last weekend, that's just what we did.

We had fun, but I got the impression from people at times who I told we were going to Coachella that they thought we were dumb- like we were too old to go and trying too hard to hang onto our youths. Or maybe that's just my insecurities reading too much into people's reactions.

My insecurities are annoying that way.

At any rate, if that in fact really was what a few people thought, then oh well.  I don't worry about them because they don't get it.  It's my friends who do get it that I was thinking about- the ones who understand that it's the variety of music, and the sun, and the food, and the famous people that you see, and just the party in general that make Coachella something to get excited about.  If this is you, if you are one of the ones that get it, then you should know that I really did want you there with us so badly.   Truly, I thought of so many of you (you all know who you are) and wished that I could share my fun.

If you were there with us, then you would've been there to see the dude from Cage The Elephant wearing a dress and stage diving:

We actually left the show a little early because I was nervous that he was going to try to dive on our side of the stage.  I didn't want to drop him.  Mr. C just didn't want a sweaty dude in a dress jumping on him.

Maybe you would've been braver.

You could have also watched The Black Keys, Kings of Leon, and Bright Eyes from right in front of the  main stage, cuz you woulda had a V.I.P. all-access wristband pass. This would have also let you go backstage to the artist lounge and see lots of famous people.  Now that I think about it, it actually would have been better if you were there with me, because it wasn't until after I was home browsing the internet that I realized I saw a ton of famous musicians without even knowing that they were famous musicians.
I know.  I didn't deserve that wristband.

Anyway, you would have been with us when we were totally taken by surprise at the energy that Mumford and Sons got going.  That band threw a PARTY that we didn't see coming. They are now one of my new favorite bands and it's on my bucket list to see them live again.  

You would've been there to witness the beautiful sunset during Duran Duran's set: 

That picture doesn't do it justice at all.  This one is better:

You also would've been able to experience this beef short rib burrito from the Koji Taco Truck.  The flavors in that burrito were poetic, man- and I don't throw that word around a lot.  (Mainly cuz it sounds cheeseball. But trust me when I say, that it's the best adjective for the job in this case).

You woulda been able to relax in this pretty spot while waiting for Flogging Molly to come on:

Actually, no.  This was kind of a romantic.  You woulda had to get lost.  

Kidding.  

Finally, you would have been able to see The Strokes perform this song.  It's one of mine and Mr. C's favorites, since it's from the soundtrack of that first summer we were hanging out together.

Untitled from Tacy Cauthron on Vimeo.

And finally, you would have missed my most favorite memory from the whole weekend.  I'll give you a hint:  My favorite thing was not seeing The Strokes, or The Kings of Leon, or Damian Marley, or any of the bands.  It wasn't hanging around famous people.  It wasn't even the Koji Burrito.

It was this guy: 

Tell me this.  If you were there with me, would you have run up and thrown yourself against him with all your might?

Because I had to seriously repress the urge.  

I really do wish you all were there.  Mr. C and I had fun like we always do, but this year I really missed my friends.  So here's what we're going to do:  start saving your change and I'll start cleaning my house.  By the time you have enough money for a ticket, I should have my house ready for guests.  Mr. C will get the pool ready for you, I'll make some kick ass guacamole, and we'll have a great big Coachella party at my place next year before riding over to the festival.  What do you say? 

Have a good night!